I have had a feeling in my gut like I swallowed something rotten; It's not the type of complaint you would say necessitates an immediate purging, just the sense that something's been brewing down there for far to long and that it really should be fixed. It's a bit like the problem with the Australian Wheat Board, you know they gave Sadam Hussain all that money when the rest of the word was trying to bring him to heel by imposing crippling sanctions on his economy and that we spent heaps of money having a Royal Commission but despite all the good efforts towards a remedy, there's still the smell of off fish in the air.

Anyhow it turns out heaps of people have this condition Known as Celiacs, it's an intolerance to wheat. You might have noticed the many products appearing on our supermarket shelves with the labelling 'Gluten free', that's the solution to the problem. All you have to do is monitor what goes into your belly and the problem goes away. Strangely enough that how they caught the A.W.B, they just monitored what was going in to Iraq and before you could say 'Johnnie's the rat' the situation started to improve.

Once you have been made aware of this, the ongoing problem requires a constant adherence to seeking out replacements for old habits because of the glutinous nature of anything associated with the offending substance can spark off another vile attack. You must of experienced something like it yourself? In Queensland we had a problem with peanuts, it just took one little crumb in a bakers dozen to infect the whole process, so you really had to watch what was going into your pumpkin scones. Now I find myself buying strange things like Pasta made out of corn, rice crackers without flavouring and when someone asks 'would you like some dressing on your salad?' I reply 'Is it gluten free?'

We really should have the same attitude towards the running of our countries affairs, when somebody asks 'would you like to buy some cars from us?' We should reply 'Are they carbon free?' And if someone wants to shove another single desk down our throat, we should collectively say 'Not if it's as gluttonous as the last one!' Good health doesn't come without a price, my grocery bill has gone up but my meals are staying down and last but not least; everybody loves a clown but you wouldn't want Crusty running your country. Stay vigilant but don't become a vigilante.

You may have been taught free thinking idealist are the problem clear thinking realists have to deal with; harden your reserve, don't listen to left-wing loonies or any of the multitude of saying that have been common-place over the years. Granted your mentor may have been correct on some occasions but looking at the big picture, knowing what we know today, how irresponsible was it to ignore their plea's for sustainable lifestyles. Now I'm not trying to get anyone to drop what works for them, without a realistic argument, just to be open minded; suffer  the little children if you will.

My experience has been that idealism leads to persecution, rejection and even isolation from the crowd but still I tap on the door of a mainstream conscience that arbores what lurks outside. Consider me the rat-bag that sensible people have been taught to hate, the dreamer, the eternal optimist everyone can see would be better of forgetting about any alternative ideas and just getting on with it. Give  me a moment, focus for a second on the 'fact' that just occasionally an idea comes out of left field that makes sense to everybody. Now and then the group conscience needs a jolt and serious issues need to be faced by all ,because all are affected. How many people do you know who thought global warming was an issue ten years ago? Should the average person who lived in pre WW2 Germany been aware of the consequences of Nazi-fascism? Wouldn't it have been wise to listen to Noah when he said it was going to rain?

My topic may not be taken seriously by some and my ravings, chicken little like by others but never the less I say we are standing on a precipice that is not adequate, on a speeding train and no-one seems to be taking the bridge out signs seriously. It's like an artery has been severed and all any one can do is offer an aspirin and what I would prescribe can not be put in a sentence, it requires in depth analyses. Let's not start from the beginning, that would be to tedious even for me, so where then? An analogy maybe, a parody possibly, a contradiction, O.K.

Supposedly, we all see that war is bad and everybody wants peace. Yet if we had peace there would be no need for weapons of war, no need for F-111's, no bullets or bombs, no aircraft carriers, no Admirals, no grunts, no tanks, no Generals and none of the multitude of factories needed to supply the many associated necessities. Now here's the dilemma, who wants that? Not the people who's jobs would be lost if it was all shut down. Is this style of thinking to radical for you, then what about no greenhouse gasses, no chopping down of trees, no running around in gas guzzlers, no coal fire power stations etc,etc. Who wants that? Not the people whose jobs depend on it!

So where's the answer, do we run around prescribing aspirins or start sticking on band-aids? What happens if the people who don't want to loose their jobs get their way and we all have to pay the price, is that acceptable in your mind? Eventually common sense dictates we come to an answer that solves the problem and here is where the dreamers, visionaries and yes, left wing loonies come into their own. Sometimes the answer is hitting us in the face and we don't want to accept it. We baulk, we back step, we do anything but take the medicine and is that sane? Is that the realistic thinking granddad would have advised rather than listen to the free thinker? Sometimes it is best to  bite the bullet and do what has to be done.

Now we are all familiar with the arguments over solar verses nuclear, I could give you my opinion and you could throw in yours but sooner or latter it would end as it always does, in a difference of opinion. Instead I would throw you a curve ball in saying that the answer lay in a different type of thinking where we look at the problems facing mankind as a whole and come up with a complete solution. What if we began to put as much money, time and effort into putting an end to war-mongering as we do into propping it up? What if the same amount of energy and resources were put into sustainable practices as was planet raping ones? What if a computer program could show us how to run a peaceful, prosperous and eternal planet? Would we all sign up or would we still have to deal with the detractors?

Basically the clear thinking people of this planet of ours have been dragging the rest of us towards the sudden stop at the end and if you value your children's future then it's time to put an end to the bullshit and stand up to those who would value their jobs over a possible future. When we look towards the Military Industrialists that have been responsible for so much death and destruction in the past, for answers to our very real problems of today, placing them in the position of saviors of mankind, then we are placing the Abomination of desolation where it should not be.

CHAPTER ONE:

Gabriel Izzard. PhD, BTh, MA (dip physics) stood outside the front of his new office admiring the shining plaque  which represented twenty years of intensive study. He felt decisively weary for someone just beginning a new endeavour, or enterprise as he liked to think of it, going where nobody had before and seeking out new frontiers. The office was small enough to be considered a 'Tardis' and he was so unknown in his fields of expertise that it wouldn't be unusual for him to be referred to as 'Dr who'.

He walked up the narrow staircase, opened the frosted glass door, and went into his first floor cubical which was furnished with a small desk, a chair and a couch. A state of the art laptop computer was the only modern intrusion into an otherwise antique room. Decorations consisted of a few painting which seemed to be of some value, a beautiful bookcase with an extant of well thumbed books, a record player and a couple of old musical instruments. A smart wardrobe behind the door completed the picture; sadly however the rest of his personal processions inside the wardrobe, completed the man.

Buzz, as his friends like to call him, walked over to the open window and stared out onto a sea of red tiled rooftops studded with aerials and satellite dishes. There was a certain ease which came with the anonymity of a suburban nest and the chance of some annoying customer walking in unannounced was kept to a minimum. Everything was clean including himself, who was looking unusually business-like, in anticipation of his first client of whom he had hand picked and had been putting of for sometime.

As if right on cue a blue Toyota Priase pulled up directly out front and a striking woman alighted from the driver's side. She popped the hatch, removed a briefcase and ascended the stairs with the air of someone on a mission.

'Nice to finally meet you Ms McHale.' Buzz said meeting her at the top of the stairs

  She didn't respond to his outstretched hand, instead slipped past him and moved into the room, placed the briefcase on his desk and removed her coat.

'Let's cut the crap Izzard, if I am going to pay this outrageous hourly rate of yours, let's get straight to work.'

  He was surveying the little black dress she was wearing but quickly diverted his eyes to hers as she turned, with a dossier from the briefcase and handed it to him.

'You familiarize yourself with that while I make myself coffee.'

'Oh, O.K,' stammered Buzz 'Do you mind if I smoke?'

'Only if you have to, where's the coffee?'

'I only have tea and it's in the flask under the desk.' he said as he plopped himself down on the coach and began to read. After a moment or two of flipping though the papers he expounded.'This is all about one of the oldest Egyptian artifacts known as the Narmer Palette. I learnt all I needed about it in first year Archeology.'

  She sat down on his office chair, crossed her legs spectacularly and said 'How cleaver of you Dr. Izzard but I am willing to bet you don't know the one thy have in the Cairo Museum isn't as old as they claim it to be and that it's golden counterpart is missing.'

'That's unbelievable.'

'That's what the Museum authorities said until I persuaded them to have it re-dated.' she said uncrossing her legs, leaning forwards and looking him straight in the eyes.

'Why haven't I heard about this, a scandal as big as that should have been all over the media.' said Izzard as he stood to pace the room and take the view of her out of his focus

'They must have turned it over to National Security because they threatened me with imprisonment if I mentioned it to anyone. '

 'Except me, please tell me they said except me.'

'No.' She said carelessly

'Well why the  hell are you telling me then?'

'Because Mr. Izzard that's what I want to employ you for.'

'I don't comprehend, what is it exactly you want me to do?'

 'Find the original.'

'If I go around asking questions they will lock me up.'

'Not if you don't leave this office.'

'Do you mean see if I can find out about it on the Internet?'

'No,' she said alarmed they'd be all over you.'

'Then what should we do then?' 

 'Your a Psychic Detective......Psychically detect!' 

  Narmer was associated with Noah:

 He wanted a smoke but knew he couldn't if he wanted to do this properly, normally he would while he was studying it kept him in the moment, grounded him, like tea and coffee. If he wanted to leave the moment and travel to a different point in time, he would have to abstain till his return. As it stood that would be sometime later when he would be awoken by the pre arranged call from Ms McHale and by then he would know exactly what to tell her. For now he would study all the material he had at his disposal until entranced by it, then astro-travel to that point to help him make that decision. 

 Ms McHale had chosen well, his personal interest in this field was well established, it was part of his obsession. His previous studies had taken him back to the beginning of our current era giving him a different perspective than others in his field, who tended to polarized their knowledge into compartments rather than studying the whole train. Gabriel would springboard towards the time of Noah and his great flood, immerse himself in the period and come up grasping the necessary twig. Recent archeology had retrieved the proof needed to establish the flood as a real point in time; excavations of the Sumerian basin have reviled cities built on cities covered with clay. Civilization gestated there, the first cuneiform of written language was printed there on the very pieces of clay we study today. On these clay fragment we have our best clues on what was going on and they tell a far more complex story than the Hebrew-Christian scriptures of the world around the time of the flood. 

 In the work known as the Epic of Gilgamesh, Noah and a female companion are depicted as Enki and Ninmar, genetic pioneers re-establishing life in the fertile basin after the deluge. These 'gods' manipulated the local flora and fauna into domesticated crops and herds, they were accredited with the genetic restructuring of mankind as Ninmar 'took the seed of Enki and planted it in the suitable womb. Gabriel was sure he was on the right track and with what he already knew about this couple, tying them to Egypt and the first dynasty artifact the Narmer Palette, would expedite his enquiries and lead him to the information required.

 Natalie and Buzz test drive their magic carpet ride.

 'We were flying,you and me on the wings of a dove, high above a large expanse of water. It was a glorious day not a cloud in the sky, the water was pristine, marine life was abundant and totally visible from the sky above. We were bee-lining towards a dot on the horizon which gradually became a ship, as we approached the old style sailing vessel I noticed an old man standing on the deck looking straight towards us. Landing on the railing right next to him revealed a kindly smiling face and the bird didn't flinch as he reached out to retrieve a green twig from it's claws. We then flew on to the mast as noise and activity broke out all over the ship, sails were being set, conversations enjoyed and as this was happening the wind stiffened, the sails billowed and we moved of in the direction from whence we had come.

It didn't seem to long before we were approaching land and as the tips of the mountains became more and more evident, anchorage was found at the base of the highest peak. After a few days and nights of celebration a trek began, we flew high above eventually noticing where they were heading, a large cave high up the mountain slope and after what seemed very little effort were displaying beautiful golden items, lamp stands, headdresses, ceremonial knives and amazingly enough the very breastplate we have been talking about.'

 'Bull's-eye!' exclaimed Buzz 'Do you remember anything else?'

 'When they had arrived back at the boat, the items were fawned over and talked about for days. Eventually an alter was built and on a special day when all the work was done and everyone was cleaned up, they gathered in front of it. The obviously eldest and thinnest woman of the small tribe seated herself on a chair that had been place especially for her and the others sat crossed legged, seemingly quiet and content as she spoke to them for a very long time. At what seemed an appropriate time the old sailor went to the alter, picked up the Golden Breastplate and placed it upon the still seated woman and a chant began, firstly by the old man and then the others joined in OM-NA-MA, OM-NA-MA.

  This went on for some time when gradually all went silent and the woman started speaking again, this time in a loud and authoritative way. The rest of them prostrated themselves in front of her until she stopped, the old sailor lit a pit fire opposite the alter and they roasted a prepared lamb. The all stood in a circle around it, raised their hands to the sky and began singing in a reverential way. Gradually they quietly relaxed around  a glowing scene, ate and drank till well after nightfall. It was the first sabbath since the rain had stopped falling and they were prepared to do this every seven days from then on in, doing so marked the passing of time. They extended the camp, explored the surrounds and  created paths all along the ridges making it possible to travel north and south for many days always returning in time for their sabbath over which Mrs. Noah presided.'

    Steam is a useful commodity, try making a decent cup of coffee without it. Gray has a much more useful range of shades than black or white. Bi-polar attitudes, which observe only in the extremes of the full spectrum, can be disruptive or at best, limited in their overall view. Because we live in a world which incorporates all the above truths, it is understandable that conflicts arise and now, with Multi-Dimensional Awareness, we can begin to explore the infinite possibilities of using a  plethora of extreme views to hopefully arrive at solutions which can benefit all. Take for example, a round table of religious or political extremists who have agreed to participate in discussions which, if successful, could improve everyone's lot. I can hear the cries of disbelief from here; not possible they say, it could never happen, no good will come of it, it'll end in disaster. Why?

     In the past certain truths were held self-evident but with the passing of time became ridiculous, eg: the flat earth theory, if man were meant to fly he would have wings, it's as unreachable as the moon and women are the weaker sex. With this in mind, envisioning solutions to problems that previously were thought to be un-workable shouldn't be out of the question. A future generation of computer savvy kid's could possibly workout solutions to problems we couldn't even imagine and therein lies the answers to the table full of yesterday's hero's not being able to sort out their differences.

     If there are no simple solutions, to say peace on Earth, then start working on complex solutions by compiling a matrix of everyone's perspectives at least then you would have a basis for everyone agreeing because their needs are  being considered. A small computer can't work out problems to large for it's programing to handle but a super computer with unlimited memory has the capacity to solve any problem. Are not we entering an age where all the worlds problems could be solved, at least in cyber-space, and who wouldn't want that except those who make it their business to create problems?

     Even troublemakers can be included in solutions if they are relegated to a group that has the right to their opinions but not to a monopoly on actions required. Fire has it's part to play in making the perfect cup of coffee but amazingly enough you don't have to get burnt by it to appreciate the brew and similarly water is essential but you don't want to drown in it.

     For the first time in recorded history we have the tools at our disposal to form and run one planet, like our lives depend on it, for the people by the people and anyone that opposes that goal should not be considered worthy of calling themselves human beings, they are more appropriately human has been's. Educate yourself and you children to participate in real universal democracy not the half baked dough we are currently being fed, that makes a mockery of the original concept. Where  everyone concerned has a say in the day to day running's of their world and not just the right to vote for Twiddle-de or Twiddle-dum once in a while. 

    An appropriately run Internet system could be our link to a fair and just future, without it our prospects are limited at least. If we can mix all the elements into an eclectic self governing tool for the benefit of all humanity, not just a privileged few, then war, starvation, poverty, discrimination, ignorance and the like can all become a things of the past along with the flat earth theory and the people who would promote it. All life as we know it has been threatened by fear, greed and ignorance; if we all pull together with love, generosity and intelligence we can win the war against war. Use the tool at your fingertips to have a say in your future, create a simulated paradise and it will become a reality but waste your time playing games, watching Big Brother, leaving it to others to look out for your interests and you may as well kiss your presently enjoyed freedoms goodbye.

     Well, I feel as though if I've done my bit for the day; I might just mix some fire, water, a few other ingredients and kick back for awhile although I might just have ago at turning lead into gold, they said that was impossible too.

     In it's original form religion had a very real value,  it offered a way forward out of the chaos of survival at any cost. The first rule of survival was 'kill or die' and the first sign of being more than a self-centred animal was gaining the quality of self-sacrifice, for the benefit of the offspring or the tribe. This evolutionary milestone enabled Mankind to dominate over  the other species and became the basis for the 'primitive' religious practices of ancestor worship and shamanism because it's only natural to want to connect with someone who died for you.

            Hindus, Buddhists, Taoists, Zoroastrians, Syro-Phoenicians, Egyptians, Mayans, Ancient Greeks, Celts, Africans and a plethora of other native groups, all participated in their own individual interpretations before today's Judeo/ Christian/ Islamic descendants of Abraham even started arguing over whose particular version of a monotheistic God is best.

           We are all beholding to these religions for our connections to various cultural heritage groups but surely, in this day of mass communication and education, the more enlightened leaders could steer their hoards towards a new world view of an unbiased creator who cares for all the worlds inhabitants instead of just them; irregardless of their differences. This could be the next evolutionary step that allows mankind to continue to be the dominant species on this planet; along with a respect for the creation and if Jesus had any value other than as a human sacrifice, surely it was in his appraisal of the laws of his god into two commandments: Love your creator (by respecting the creation) and Love your neighbour (by respecting their right to exist).

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