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Definition of BRIGADOON from Websters. :a place that is idyllic, unaffected by time, or remote from reality. The Legend: The legend ofBrigadoon is the story of a mythical village in the Scottish Highlands.

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Great quest

Beetle: Kubo, question. Before you started on your heroic quest, what were you like?

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Thunder in the storm

So I'm lying on the couch trying to stay cool because were in the middle of a heatwave, and I'm listening to The Doors L.A. Woman. The next song is 'Rider on the Storm' and I hear the familiar faint rumbling of thunder... And it continues, and gets louder and then there's a loud crack of thunder and i think hmmm... This must be a remastered version, and as the music started it seemed faint but the thunder continued.... I felt a rush of cold air and I shit you not. The rain came down right on cue!

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Saudade in Penestenan

No place on this earth fills me with a greater sense of longing than the precious hilltop padi field bungalows at Penestenan.

I found that place up behind the Blanco gallery outside of Ubud about 30 years ago. A hidden romantic retreat. I was young and longing for adventure and love. I desperately wanted a life other than what I'd known. Nothing seemed so liberated as staying in an un-powered bungalow in the rice fields surrounded by the true people of Ibid, listening to gamelan practice and drinking arak at the warung at the top of the stairs. Ibu Putu was a legendary figure, who joked and cared for her guests in a way that transcended the usual tourist traps. She only opened when she felt like it and sent everyone home when tired. Or would party all night depending on her mood.

I never stayed late, it was too dangerous. I had to walk a six inch wide terrace above a deep ravine in the dark to get back to where I stayed, with a dim torch and half drunk it was a challenge. At night in the dark the only sounds were wildlife and Gamelan.

I was desperately wanting companionship and spent many hours alone reading or trying to learn language. This was the magic space between my conditioned apprehension of life and the jumping off place for a new beginning.

I hovered between the two, lacking confidence I remained half trapped in my identity. There I have remained.

It was in that place I read '100 years of solitude', was offered a meal of dog, drank strong spirit, ate food spiced with magic prepared by a wild shaman, and there I missed my chance.

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Redgum bootleg

I think it was about 89 when I first came to Bali. Didn't know a Damned thing about the place or the people. Even then it was a cliche destination. Event when there were open fields and paid between Kuta and Legian.

Bali, I was told has been 'Done'.

I arrived on the legendary QANTAS flight 20, made famous (to me) thanks to the Redgum song.

I was shocked when I arrived to see armed guards at the airport. The Government were hardcore back then, but Ausies didn't care, Bali was immune.

Very few places were open after midnight. I wandered out of my hotel after several deep draughts of whiskey. Found myself at Sari Club, fell asleep and was sent out into the very dark streets some time after 2 am covered in mosquito brights.

Bootleg tapes were a thing and I bought a good batch, Redgum, Springsteen and the Beetles White Album. Listened to that as I was reading Helter Skelter, it scared the crap out of me.

So it's 2019 and here I am again. 30 years later. So different, so same.

We used to come here to buy cheap crap, now in Australia out shops are full of Chinese imports of lower quality and price than you can get in Bali and made by slaves.

I never did come here for that stuff. Bali is peculiarly still here doing it's thing, everyone has a mobile phone, the priests still leave offerings for the Gods. Waves continue to roll on the shore, the mountain still holds the winning cards.

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https://balandaeyes.blogspot.com/2019/11/it-is-still-here.html

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"Y'all are partying in a monsters belly"

Finn - Adventure Time

#adventuretime #finnandjake

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A place to blabber

Constantly wanting to air thoughts.

Blabber can be annoying. Posting here instead.

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Existence reduced to matter

The image below is of a bathtub that had been filled to the brim. A person then got into the bath displacing their exact volume in bath water. The free space between the surface of the water and top of the tub is their displacement. Every gram of the person's physical existence reduced to a narrow ring around a bathtub. No more and no less.

Such a tiny space to inhabit.

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A life of inverse proportions

The time it takes to figure out what to do with the rare and peculiar gift of life is inversely proportionate to the time remaining to put the knowledge to use. Decay of body and mind often exceed learning necessary for proper use of faculties thus eliminating any hope of achieving the slightest experience of satisfaction.

Nature's bizarre and cruel home of flesh against spirit.

May as well seek transcendence rather than mastery of the flesh.

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Existence reduced to matter

The image below is of a bathtub that had been filled to the brim. A person then got into the bath displacing their exact volume in bath water. The free space between the surface of the water and top of the tub is their displacement. Every gram of the person's physical existence reduced to a narrow ring around a bathtub. No more and no less.

Such a tiny space to inhabit.

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Thunder Storm

Split the tree with your lightning sabre

Crack the earth from sky above

We can't chance to stand and wonder

Must make haste to cite our love

The world is short with days all numbered

If fate demands youll pull our plug

Fill the gutters, let the rain fall

Split the sky with light and thunder

The time's not now for us to die.

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Dust

Your life touched me so light in the Worlmamirri heat

Like dust from the wing of a golden moth

you brushed my face in a precious moment

Emerging from a tortured truth Intense, profound, brief

A soul that mingled with the source of colour and light

Nourished and consumed by the union of calling and divine inspiration Devoured by the flame

Perhaps you were here too long You were gone too soon

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Tripped

The grit beneath my nails. I am utterly a befuddlement, a blundering un-couplement of intellect and mythology. I touched a sacred object, had a little accident and lost all rationality. The troubles of an urban contraire.

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Wiccan ring on a troubled shore