A interactive documentary on how I got here and why you found this page. I wasn’t always facedown in my phone chasing my soulmate through the pages of time. I wasn’t always dogged by misfortune and mocked by misery herself. When I was still wet behind the ears I pioneeered my own path to master my craft and hone my skills and cultivate my talents and abilities blind to the truth. And I never even realised that I was my own story’s legend. Like a mythical Winged Pegasus tormenting the gods with my speed and grace and throwing their shortcomings in the face, while I held their worlds together so the could go about their business as they saw fit. Back when I left school I was lucky enough to work for my dad in the shearing industry and I travelled around the harsh and remote communities of the Australian outback to prove that my work should be recognised as a skilled trade, demanding better treatment respect and benefits for a day job that quite literally had me create miracles with willpower through the sacrifice of my quite literal blood sweat and tears. The shearing industry it is no secret that it’s still stuck quite in the stone age compared to our modern day workplaces and industries in an almost archaic and forgotten way. So believe me when you read this I know what I’m talking about when it comes to industry standards and maintaining the highest integrity in your work in order to make other people hundreds of thousands of dollars in exchange for a mere 200 odd dollars. Producing wool is a fickle job and sometimes you just can’t stop god from ruining your yield and garnering your profits to be worthless until there is a shortage of quality fibre for sale. Sometimes it’s too good a year sometimes there’s not enough of anything to maintain the projected and expected quality of your product. Wool doesn’t like being stressed out too much and just loving sheep around a shed is stressful for the most part. But enough about me and now about you, you’re here coz this sounded like the solution to all your problems. Curiosity killed the cat remember but I promise you that’s not your calling. Knowing you gifts, talents and abilities as opposed to your crafts takes a Sensitive soul with the correct lense to peer into your souls to identify what lays dormant just beyond your consciousness.and that I can do. I’m Not saying I’m here to wave my magic wand a fix all your problems overnight but I can help you garner some insights about what would make your existence a more pleasant, well rounded and enlightened one. But first you will need to be open to the realities that are growing ever stronger in the 3D plane and slowly but surely leeching into the darkest corners of the spheres and inspiring interest in the invisible world and let me tell you something being interesting isn’t always a good thing not when you can’t identify the entities trying to stamp your light back into the hellscape they’ve managed to trap me in for the time being. I am athreat to their most natural environments and they fear the loss of power to a light so bright that the bystanders go blind if they look directly at it never to pay attention to the monstrosities that lurk in the dark. If they didn’t control the reality we live in they couldn’t manipulate the data to their advantage with misdirection, malice and malevolence. Every captain fears his faithful crew will mutiny if he is not fit to rule and so the traverse the oceans of time luring travellers into their fates of suffering and to the pier of ignorance where they are blind to the damage that is occurring in the natural world.