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I sit with the Queens Counsel Privy to Constitutional Human Rights

This poem was inspired by the awareness that the Queen is being publicly ridiculed as part of a larger strategy to collapse the Australian Constitution as she is head of State.  I feel it as regime change. However, I know We the People are the real power in this country, we are the legitimate power here. Most don’t know it.  Imagine when they do.

So what can I do?  I write poetry and allow a higher tone to help me to sing a new songline to realise we will Advance Australia Fair, no matter who thinks they own our country.

There is a lot going on in the shadows that is out of sight from the public.  I am awakening to corruption, deception, greed and power that desperately is seeking control.  Always when I feel these words I can see it crumbling as it does not have the strength to sustain a peaceful civilisation.  Some believe peace is not attainable, I can assure you it is.  Some believe there is no higher power, I can assure you when you become still you will know.  You are more powerful than you imagine, more beautiful than you see and filled with infinite possibility that you will solve the problems that confront us collectively. As we are indeed in this together.

May you find peace and happiness in the realisation of who you are.  Life works for you not against you.  I send you love.


We the People Awaken to the Sacred Songline of Uluru

We the People of Australia,

Must Be aware we are travelling through times of great change,

But this is not changing of time,

It is a time of change,

For even Greenwich Mean Time is privatized,

For we have lost the rhythm of routine,

Found ourselves diverted from routine by algorithms that change the tempo,

Where we will not return to what is normal,

As we are now governed by what is not normal,

For insanity believes war is peace,

Yet the wise know you cannot know peace until you stop the war,



Truth will not be found in media ownership (70%),

Truth will not be found in Facebook feeds shape changing us,

As feed lots calculate data as feed not human need,

Even if you pick out the traffic lights in the matrix of facial recognition,

Even if you prove you are not a robot,

The bot will track you as cyber safety,

As robotics attempt to change the human DNA profile,

To prove a cyborg is human.


Our freedoms are being shutdown,

You cannot cry out for help in a pandemic,

Our regulators are being defunded,

You cannot protect privacy if power breaches with impunity,

As purity walks along the straight and narrow path,

Our schools, hospitals, jails, courts, emergency services, police
and government departments are assets to be managed
not services to be delivered on behalf of the public ,

Even libraries are digital commons not archives of public knowledge,

For now what we read is proscribed,

The books are burned as information is not story time,

What we learn will be mainlined online so we think right,

What we believe will be shape changed away from our plight,

Algorithms sifting for who can access and who can’t,

Are you with us or against us an automated voice will ask?

For this is about the mind control of compliance not the freedom of speech of diversity,

This is the hive mind that conforms – will you conform?

Will you tick the terms and conditions without question?

Will you allow a tattoo or chip to mark you – who needs a drivers licence?

Will you accept Orwell’s main line?

Will Solomon’s Tomb be resurrected?

For to have the wisdom of Solomon one must re-member:

For he created all things, that they might have their being (freedom):
and the generations of the world were healthful (healthy body, thoughts);
and there is no poison of destruction in them (positive),
nor the kingdom of death upon the earth (death cults)..

I hear the warning bells are going off,

The clarion call has been sent out did you notice?

Are you really listening?
or outside in survival?

For fear has addicted us to economic growth not balance life, love and liberty,

The planet cannot supply the greed of the few marketed as need for the many,

The sustainable development goals are not kicking goals or reaching homeostasis,

They are multi-lateral multi-national development goals sustaining profits not nature,

For business-as-usual replaces human labour with automation,

Replaces human ingenuity with artificial intelligence that knows not human rights,

For nature has been polluted, despoiled, contaminated, radiated, gouged, mined, stripped, poisoned, artificially inseminated in a lab, genetically modified for profit, altered as the DNA is changed with impunity as inpurity knows not peace as harmony.


I AM the RNA that replicates the blueprint with balance,

I AM the tipping point that is zero point awaiting codings to be fired,

I AM  the invisible code that cannot be broken, edited, tricked or deleted,

For nature is creation,

And creation is nature,

For it is known that bioethics is a misnomer when changing RNA messages to fool nature,

Biotech algorithms sending frequency band widths into cells to remotely change the operating systems is visible as this is a glasshouse without secrets,

For full spectrum dominance is not a deep state as it lives in the shadows of self interest,

Shadow puppeteers orchestrate the Punch and Judy show to distract as drama after drama are the waves disrupting the harmony of the spheres,

For they know the social impact of collapse and the eugenics of concentration camps,

They know the Great Depression, the Wall Street crash, the famines, wars, inflationary cycles and the 2008 sub prime swindle,

For this is the spindle that keeps rotating at first fast and then it wobbles as inertia becomes fate accompli,

Collapsing the global commons in asset divestments becomes mergers and acquisitions,

Pension funds are a cash cow for restructuring independence to dependence,

As constitutions are the barrier to entry,

Yet the DNA medicine will send messages to cellular memory so you believe the medicine saves humanity as they silently transfer all to a pirate program buried deep underground,

On this ship of fools there is a flag as they float into Sydney Harbour unannounced,

It is not the Southern Cross but the skull and bones flying high empowered by desperate need,

As the climate is changed in waves of asset crashes that leave us on the Beach,

But this is not Bondi or Manly or Sorento,

It is the Beach that comprises stone not sand,

It is the metaphor of the moral dilemma,

Do we remove the stones that impede access,

Or watch the sand run through the hour glass at 1 minute to midnight,

Remembering those who differ from the whole group will lead us to Eden,

For it is not to condemn the new tone out of tune from the ONE song,

It is to understand that the song is changing to a different tune,

And this is the melody that has never been heard before,

It is a sound that has never been invented,

For the harmonic convergence of infinite possibility can find the new tone,

As it Advances Australia Fair,

On this Great Southern Land,

For Gondwanaland is an ancient promise,

That the meek will inherit the earth,

As we let go of possession,

We let go of greed,

We let go of GMO foods,

We let go of pollution,

We let go of false profits (prophets),

We let go of toxicity,

We let go of bioweapons,

We let go of surveillance,

As we surveil for random acts of kindness,

We surveil for truth over falsehood,

We surveil for goodness over evil,

We surveil for love over hate,

We will not listen to deception, spin or manipulation,

As we will know the lay of our land.


As I sit in the Queens Counsel,

I ponder the extinguishing of the Australian Constitution,

I understand Native title claims,

I recognize that whistle-blowers are having their pain silenced,

I understand the truth is being suppressed when expressed in freedom,

For freedom is free dominion not slavery,

As fear is the shut down,

Love opens is open and up,

As Orwell joins this counsel,

He reminds us that:

War is peace,

Freedom is slavery,

Ignorance is strength,

And others join the round table,

For they know he is not King Arthur,

He is not a true knight,

As the truth cannot be oppressed by treason,

It cannot be set aside by statutes,

For nature will rebalance what is out of balance,

As (k)night follows day,

Freedom will express whether ordained or not,

For no edict can change reality,

And we can write a new Constitution that serves humanity,

We can find the constitutional strength to build another pyramid,

But this time it will not be structural reform,

It will not be an empty pyramid on das capital hill,

It will be informed by the wishes of We the People,

For we were the architects of our society,

We were the builders of our civilisation,

We were the stone masons of our homes,

And the foundation stone is rock solid,

For we were the artisans that will envisage new worlds,

For we are the creators of our world,

It is not your world to recreate,

It matters not who paid us,

For our wealth will unfold through the magic of our industry,

But this industry will not destroy our nature,

It will be the activity of certainty,

As the potter shapes the clay,

We will feel for this new shape,

It will emerge as if by magic,

For we require no Privy counsel to pry into our public affairs,

We require no tri-lateral commission,

No counsel for foreign relations,

No public-private partnerships to take our assets,

We will find the fool’s gold in the real wealth of happiness,

For it is the truth that sets our country free from shadows in government,

Ghosts in the machine,

As we reach for the highest octave,

As our country is girt by sea,

We will lend a hand to all in need,

For our country is truly free no matter false constraints,

As this is my bill of rights that has no need to fight,

For the stockmen still ride in the high country at Kosiosko,

The swagman still sleep on the streets,

The billy can still boil for a stranger in need of warmth,

For we will never social distance as society is close,

We may physically distance as we move throughout our day,

But we smile into each other’s eyes as we realise what truly matters,

It is not the money, the fools gold or the control paradigms,

It is the rhyme in the reasons why we are alive,

And we can whistle as we work,

We can joke as we talk,

We can smile as we walk,

For the Aussie spirit has never been destroyed by dark forces in any wars,


We are mates, friends and neighbours,

And we are in it together,

Nothing will keep us apart,

No cashless society, no AI, no automation, no Silicon Valley, no data gathering, no abuse, no cults, no corruption, no manipulation,

For the truth comes to set us free,

In the last dawn service,

As we awaken to the sacred songline at Uluru,

Beyond space and time.