Defrag Blues October 2022-April 2023

Conversations With Myself

Every morning when I get up I attempt to write down whatever bubbles up in my thoughts. My reactions and responses, ideas, viewpoints and just plain boring activities and plans. I’ve been doing this for over 2 years now and have found it to be a life changing habit. This section covers October 2022 to April 2023.

Balinese Traditionall Painting

Wednesday October 5, 2022

I just got back to the house after a 1.25 hour walk along the Mitchell River. The sun wasn’t out this morning like it was yesterday but after getting my momentum going the cold air didn’t bother me and I started perspiring. The river is not all that wide but it’s a pleasant diversion to walk along next to. The houses are more old school down this end of town, some of them have back yards that go pretty much right down to the river but from the front they look pretty unimpressive. The point is that today’s walk opened up a new side of Bairnsdale that warmed me to the town a bit more.

Our plan today is to go to visit Damo and Barb and later in the day throw the boys in the back and head back to Melbourne. We’ll see how this pans out.

I listened to some more music along the walk. I also confirmed that my sweet spot for walking is 120 BPM. On the way back I listened to a “funk” lesson from Corey Wong on YouTube, much the same as the stuff from the other day but still, good information and a bit more knowledge.

Thursday October 6, 2022

I have upgraded my Dropbox. Originally I made my payment to the wrong account and with a bit of persistence I got my money refunded and got the correct account paid. God, if that’s the most exciting thing I have to write about I must have dried up.

We drove back from Bairnsdale at about 2 pm yesterday and arrived home just after 6. Josh’s mother was waiting to pick him up.

Today it’s about Georgie’s doctor appointment and my dental appointment plus a few other bits and pieces like going to the gym and having a sauna. I’ll also try to fit in a bit of music, write to Kaye about the dental work, write to Purnami about the villa, start writing back to Shane, contact David Cockman …. Which I just did.

It’s interesting how I’m reacting to Shane’s response to my last communication to him. He sent a very civil, long, appropriate  and friendly reply. The problem I’m having is that his goal is to get me back in the fold or that’s my assumption. This is something that I have no intention of doing so I will have to diplomatically navigate my way around it with my reply to him.

OK. I’ve run out, dried up. Got nothing else to say. I’m not being very good company for myself today!

Friday October 7, 2022

Fear is the mind killer and mystery is the glue. Last night I felt my throat and detected what I thought might be a bit of a lump on the right side of my throat. I’m pretty certain that it was paranoia more than anything but I went up my “proverbial ass”, didn’t say anything to Georgie and felt a certain relief that I was seeing my radiologist, Sam Leung this Saturday morning.

Apart from anything else this moment of uncertainty and fear has given me the jolt I may have needed to get back on the straight and narrow with my cancer protocol for I had previously just glibly decided that I was 100% cured, which I probably am but I think I needed a nudge to get a bit serious about my overall health and general caring for myself.

I am about to walk down to the train station and head off to Oxymed for 2 90 minute sessions of HBOT today. I will also organise a visit to Dr Eng before I head back to Bali.

Life is fragile. The body and brain are subject to the natural laws of the physical universe as it exists on planet Earth. Sure there is quantum physics, magic, mindset and a myriad of other more esoteric things but the bottom line is that the vehicle has to keep running and running as optimally as possible.

11.30 am

I’m out of my Oxygen chamber, thank goodness that I brought my purple umbrella with me today as it’s pissing down rain Andy sure as hell doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon. It’s grey and wet in Melbourne today.

Saturday October 8, 2022

I’m awake early again. It seems that 6.30 am is my waking time of preference and if I get up then I’m OK. This morning is all about getting to Carlton to visit my radiologist Sam Leung and whatever adventure meets us along the way as we go on one of our first ever Public Transport journeys together.

I did get my walks in yesterday and I did do a sauna plus I had 3 hours of HBOT but a smack on the wrists is due because I didn’t do any music practise or study.

Georgie’s birthday celebrations are  now around 3 weeks away. I will definitely need to get menus organises, gifts, I picked up 2 fabulous cards yesterday from The Avenue Bookshop in Swan St Richmond. On top of this I have to organise the party in Bali.

I’m a bit empty of things to write about apart from the mundane activities of day to day life. I decided to delve deeper into studying about cancer and health. I decided to dig deeper into my reserves and learn about music as well as practise new ideas. I even wrote some words yesterday that I was happy with. But once again, I am missing people. I sort of bonded with Damo on Monday and Tuesday and it was pleasant seeing Georgie, Cid and Mal yesterday. I had some fabulous discussions with “A” last week …. So life hasn’t left me wanting, it’s just that I have a burning desire to take things to the next level. Whatever that may be.

The other thing to prepare for is Bali. I will start packing this week plus I need to pay for the luggage, the insurance etc. If I can pack a few boxes ready to go and get the financial stuff under control this week then I should be on top of it.

I’m just rambling now. Talking to myself!!

Painting of melbourne in 1838
The beginnings of Melbourne in 1838

Sunday October 9, 2022

I’m pretty certain that I was born with two burning questions percolating in my consciousness “Where did I come from and where am I going? And how can I surround myself with beauty on my journey through life?” I never aspired to being rich or owning fancy cars, the big deal for me was the chaos, beauty and adventure of life.

I compared life to being like a 3 week holiday. Each week equating to 25 years in real terms. There’s a whole lot more to it which I’ve written about elsewhere. I now find myself on Friday night of the final week of this “holiday” trying my darnedest  to work out how to extend it because I’m enjoying it so much. So far, so good. It looks like I’ve got a great chance of succeeding.

Along the way I’ve been a musician, a visual merchandiser, a hippy, a father, a member of a cult, a gallerist. I’ve been up and I’ve been down. I’ve had my own business since I was 20 years old sort of making it up as I go. I love helping people but I’m not so idealistic now or should I say I don’t kid myself anymore. I firmly believe that I can only help through inspiring others to live the best life that they possibly can.

I’m now 70 years old and still in love with life, full of optimism and hope, fit and healthy and far more disciplined and clear minded than I have ever been.

I set goals along the way which seem to magically manifest.  

I started my current blogging website a few years ago when I decided to dedicate a certain amount of time writing 

about whatever comes to the surface each day. I call my writing sessions my “Defrag Blues”. Sometimes I write about the mundane, at times music, health and fitness protocols and from time to time I have moments of sublime clarity that result in profound realizations that can be life changing.

If words come out that resonate with me I edit them and I post them as a seperate blog. There are sections on cancer, the ketogenic diet, fatherhood, music, general health, exercise, philosophical concepts, travel and our house in Bali.

I am the sort of person who goes extremist on whatever I’m doing. If I’m going down the tubes I go hard and fast and if I’m getting well and healthy I also hit it hard. For the past 4 years I have been on an upward spiral and if all goes as planned that’s where I’ll be staying.

My current journey to health and happiness began in earnest in February 2019 on the eve of a trip to India. My eldest son had died due to complications from Type 1 Diabetes in early 2012. I was 60 years old at the time. My life disintegrated. Things had been a bit tricky since 2000 but his death hit me like a drone attack. I won’t go into the gory details but I’ll be honest and tell you that by late 2018 I was 30 kgs overweight and had a list of complications as long as my arm including a fatty liver, insulin resistance, high blood pressure, mood shifts and pre-diabetes. I was also an alcoholic!

I went cold turkey (which I don’t recommend) on February 14, 2019 the day before we left for India. I also decided to limit my carbohydrate intake and generally start looking after my health. Over time I started educating myself about how my body works, my metabolism, the ketogenic diet, intermittent fasting and much more. I stuck to my guns and as I learned more I applied it and started losing weight, my brain became clearer, I had more energy, I started sleeping better and my overall health improved. This was a slow but certain journey from what I would call extreme “metabolic syndrome” and overall mental roller coasting to a new lease on life. I went from 108 kgs to under 100 and kept going. 

The more I applied the principles that I learned about and diligently studied the more I lost weight and became healthier. I was doing great plus I was now a confirmed teetotaller. A lot of the journey is covered on my website.

What I didn’t realise though was the full extent of the damage that I’d done to myself in the preceding years.

In November 2020 I was diagnosed with head and neck cancer. This hit me like a ton of bricks but I soon recovered and made a decision to do whatever I needed to do to survive. I worked on the cancer like an outback sheep dog who worked  2 shifts. I studied, I applied, I experimented, I was like a dog with a bone and most importantly I decided that I would survive and come out the other end healthier and stronger and I had ever been.

My story is scattered throughout my website garycollier.com.au

I did it. Through my study and extreme protocols I beat cancer. I am genuinely healthier and fitter than I have been in decades. I now weigh 75 (healthy) kgs, walk at least 10 kms a day, sometimes 20. I wake up in the morning excited about the coming day and go to bed excited about waking up again on the following morning. I’ve handled the cancer, my blood pressure is perfect, my liver and heart is in great shape for someone my age. I look years younger. My diet is tough but I make the most of it cooking delicious healthy food for myself. I practise daily time restricted eating, I take appropriate supplements, do weight training at a gym, have saunas and do cold plunges. I do weeding Hyperbaric Oxygen therapy sessions. I dress well and take pride in my appearance. My creative juices are running like the sap out of a ripe maple syrup tree. I write every day, I play music when I can, I’m open to new ideas – philosophical, musical, travel, health. I love being proven wrong and finding new ways to approach life.

My goal is to live in a very healthy and fit condition, mental, physical and spiritual until I’m at least 100. Never slowing down, never giving up on learning, never not actively having new ideas and inspiring myself with the fruits of other creative people and their goals and aspirations. I love communicating, I love meeting new people with new ideas even if they conflict with my own. I’m 100% about learning and growing, changing as I need to and when I need to.

I’m currently working on a project that I call “Keto Kultur”. The goal is to be a resource centre and inspiration for people over 50 to take it upon themselves to live a healthy and happy lifestyle. This concept is still in its seminal state but is slowly evolving like a vagrant seed that I planted in fertile soil. I don’t know what it will look like when it matures but I’m looking forward to finding out.

Monday October 10, 2022

Melbourne Docks near Spencer St 1910, looking over South Melbourne

The past week seems like it just wizzed by so quickly. We were heading off to Bairnsdale last Monday morning and in some ways it feels like it was yesterday. On the other hand a lot has happened since we arrived back on Wednesday so like any illusion of perception of time it’s all relative.

We had a great Saturday. Georgie and I caught the train to Melbourne Central for the first joint step in our new effort to be more sustainable, save money and generally be more aware of our carbon footprint on Planet Earth. We will be selling our car over the next weeks or maybe months and even though we will still have our van we will use public transport where possible when we are in Melbourne, walk as much as possible and do the same when we are in Bali and Europe next year.

We walked across through Melbourne Central Shopping Centre and then the west part of Carlton to visit Dr Sam Leung, my radiologist who happily confirmed that I appear to be doing very well, alloying any fears I had about my cancer returning. Sam talks a lot and even though Georgie got a bit impatient the trip and visit was well worth the effort. He also did an ultrasound of my throat which showed pretty conclusively that my lymph nodes were healthy and happy. Sam will organise a petscan for January. After we left we walked down the cold and windy streets to the Victoria Market which really took me down memory lane back through the decades to the late 70s when we started selling our Japanese prints there on a Sunday. This was a seminal part of my business career. Early cold mornings queuing up to play poker waiting to find out whether we got a stand or not. At least that’s how it was until we got our permanent stall in B Shed. Wow, the hours and hours of work that went into that. I learned how to work back then. We wandered around up and down the aisle ways as you do at a market, looking at the junk and phoney aboriginal artefacts. We had a coffee and I purchased a small “leather” card holder for my debit cards etc. We then wandered across to the State Library which is where our old Museum was located when I was a child. This also brought the memories flooding back of Phar Lap, a big stuffed horse that was on display in a big glass case and my dear mother dragging Betty and me to look at the “ancient” displays and artefacts from all around the world. Obviously I never appreciated what a beautiful building it was back then but the full impact of the money from the Victorian Gold Rush is still proudly on display when you got there now, almost 150 years after it was built sometime around the 1880s. Melbourne is such a new city. The links to the British Empire are still there but thank goodness we are a haven for people from all around the world now. This is reflected by how many young Asian people roam around the streets with their thick and distinct Aussie accents. The next stop was Flinders Street Station on Platform 2 looking across at the old Railways Building that will eventually be renovated and will become a significant architectural feature of the city.

I’m loving this train travel.

Yesterday was pretty non descriptive. A trip to Harvey Norman to look at outdoor furniture for Red Hill but this was aborted after realising how much prices have risen post pandemic. Then Kaye came, Finn and I went to the gym and we came back and I made dinner. The days are still spiralling by after the introduction of daylight saving just over a week ago.

This morning we are heading down to Blackburn to drop the Lexus for a service. I will drive the van and bring Georgie back home. Tomorrow we will go to Red Hill. It’s also Melanie’s 64th birthday tomorrow and 2 days late my little sister turns 60. We really are experiencing the changing of the guard. We are now the older generation, a bit like the icing on a cake. You know, the stuff that is only there for gratification.

Friday October 14, 2022

Resilience, response, regulation, relaxation, respiration, reciprocation. Today is my R day. I’ve proven to myself that I have the potential to be my own worse enemy, I am the regulator of my own happiness. No matter what happens all that really matters is that life will go on for as long as my body lasts and anything that puts undue stress on my body will steal my life force like a cloaked thief on a dark and gloomy night. That certainly doesn’t mean that I don’t have to take measured actions when different scenarios loom up, it’s really just a matter of balance and prioritisation. If I put my attention on the positive, the good aspects of life, the wonder and the wins then the heavy stuff will have a counterpoint. There has to be barriers and I

Obstacles, travail and hardship because without them how can I fully appreciate the magic.

The recovery time is crucial. Having said that I am acknowledging that I will go down into the depths from time to time and that’s OK. What really matters is how long I stay there.

Letting go is something I have to explore a bit more. Could I let go of my IPad? Well it’s only been about 10 years that I’ve had one, there’s always paper and books. I might feel remorse for a short moment but I’d bounce back. I suppose the one thing that I can’t seem to do without is my consciousness. I must admit that I’m not all that cool on giving that up, but I’d better practise because that’s going to happen sooner or later. We are all in the same boat.

The gloom has lifted, the sky is blue, the rain has withdrawn …. All relatively unexpected as I went to sleep last night listening to the rain pitter pattering on the roof anticipating a dark, dank morning.

hand carved wooden animals in art gallery

Saturday October 15, 2022

I lost a whole lot of writing yesterday when I messed up syncing my devices through the iCloud. There is obviously something I don’t understand about this procedure which I must take the time to learn about as I will have similar experiences in the future if I don’t.

The funny thing is that I had more of a loss over this than some of the other things that had happened last wee.

I had shitty dreams in the early hours of this morning. Frustrating feelings and scenarios where things just kept messing up and where I had no control over emotions. I was glad to wake up but still feel a bit affected by the dreams.

We visited John and Flora last night. A pleasant dinner. Flora made me a special keto based pizza which was very good of her. We then watched Shantaram on Apple+, a series based on a book by an Australian man who escaped from Pentridge in the early 1980s and fled to India.

Talking about the 1980s, it seems that this is the new era to set historical TV shows and movies in. I suppose 40 years is enough time to warrant calling this seemingly close part of my own history …. historical.

Today might be a challenge. In order to go to Red Hill I need to find a whole lot of shipping pallets to put on the floor of the shed where our artwork is stored. Overall this is going to be a huge job that will potentially be an emotional downer.

I’ve got to get onto the planning for Georgie’s birthday. I’ve actually got a lot to do but the main first steps are the gifts and the menu.

Finn was in fine form yesterday. Let’s hope it stays that way.

Sunday October 16, 2022

Marvin Gaye

I spent most of yesterday moving things around in the garage at home so it’s not like I had an unproductive day. I’ll put any regrets behind myself about what I didn’t get done and just get on with it.

I’m in no hurry to rush off to Red Hill this morning after a night of rain. It’s certainly not the ideal day to be moving the artwork around in the storage shed at Red Hill but we’ve got to make a move because a) we have guests coming next week and b) we leave for Bali in around 20 days.

Talking about Bali, it’s been a rude awakening coming back in Mid September to a chilly Melbourne spring. We get tantalised every few days but then the cold and the clouds roll back in. It may take me a while to get back into the roll of things when we return but overall I’m really, really looking forward to it.

What I’m trying to fathom this morning is motivation. Maybe purpose could be another word that describes what I need to address. It all gets back to having what Ron Hubbard calls an Admin Scale. For me it comes and goes but it’s always in the back of my mind. Goals, purposes, plans, projects etc and some sort of measurement of progress. I started doing something with this a while ago but somehow it dissolved.

Maybe I’m a bit wishy washy about my goal. Staying alive isn’t a goal so much as a purpose. You’ve got to have a functioning body to make getting things done a bit easier. Putting all of ones attention on keeping the body maintained is definitely an important part of my day to day life, so is hatching workable plans to make some money. So are my personal projects like music, writing, keto culture, book writing, being a father, a friend and a family member.

The matter at hand today though is getting ready to go to Red Hill, doing the things that need doing to protect our stock and doing any other important things on my list.

Monday October 17, 2022

Foggy countryside

We were going to reward ourselves today and go to The Peninsular Hot Springs after a hard days work fixing the problems in the storage shed at Red Hill. I wrecked my ‘FRACTURED” arm lifting wooden pallets that were far too heavy into the van and then carrying them up the hill to the shed. I suppose it was a day of heavy lifting mixed with a certain amount of frustration and loss because the rain over the past few days trashed a whole lot of paper prints, maybe several thousand dollars worth but what the hell, I couldn’t sell them anyway so they were worth nothing. Maybe the rain was a wake up call sent to remind me that the physical universe can play tricks on you.

We went on a wooden pallet hunt which paid off big time even though there was a heap of driving involved. This isn’t an item that I normally search for but when you put your attention out into the universe looking for wooden pallets, they are everywhere. On the side of the road, behind buildings, in car parks. We probably salvaged 12 decent pallets and tomorrow morning I’ve lined up about another 6 for $50.

We still have hours of work ahead of us and need to also put tarps on the roof of the shed and empty out the gutters to do whatever we can to stop the rain coming in and destroying even more artwork than it already has.

Anyway, back to the original message about the HOT Springs. Georgie went online to book and the basrstards had put the price up to $70 a head plus a 10% surcharge for same day booking. That would have cost us $154, you’ve got to be joking. We get almost the same experience in Bali for $28 which makes me so much more keen to return to Bali. The good news is that we don’t need to spend any money on food. I had enough of almost everything including coffee. I did spent just under $8 on berries though and did drop into Chemist Warehouse and bought a couple of Low carb protein bars so I lied, I did spend a bit of money. Plus I bought some metformin.

It’s time for bed now. I just had my first ever bath at Red Hill in the new bathroom that Georgie created for the AirBnB guests. It really will make things more pleasant, as will the new fireplace. It still burns woo=d but this one has a glass door so the smoke doesn’t fill the room and stench the house out. Slowly, slowly …. Pelan, pelan as they say in Bali.

8 a.m

It’s looking like the weather will be kind today. It’s a clean, crisp but cold Red Hill morning. I was hoping that there might have been a few embers left glowing in the new fireplace but alas, the charcoal was black and cold this morning.

I have a big day of hard work ahead of me.

Tuesday October 18, 2022

Hieronymous Bosch

We stayed at Red Hill for another night mainly due to the amazing amount of work that needed doing to get the Red Hill shed fixed up and water proof. I’m not going to kid myself that we are all the way there just yet, there’s still a huge amount of work to do before we leave for Bali.

By the time 9 pm came last night I was exhausted. I had worked so hard yesterday, lifting ridiculously heavy items like hardwood pallets and huge artworks and shifting them around. Every fibre of my body was aching and when I finally got to bed at 10 pm I dropped off to sleep immediately.

My dreams were like a waterfall of weird movies in which I was the star and main attraction. There was homosexuality, religion and grand buildings, speaking in tongues and weird line dancing, malevolent nuns, subjects that don’t usually fill my mind with great joy. The bottom line was that I slept in until 10 am and got 10.5 hours of sleep. My body is still sore and aching but I do feel well rested enough to embark upon a new day.

I’m feeling a low level agitated drone that I can’t put my finger on. I should be more than happy that we leave for Bali in a bit over 2 weeks but I’m feeling an undercurrent of anxiety that there is somehow a lot to get done. The biggest task is going to be getting Georgie’s birthday parties and celebrations organised, then there is the matter of my teeth plus a few social events plus the normal stuff like HBOT, doctors and life in general etc.

Wednesday October 19, 2022

“A” surprised me late yesterday when I rang her and told me she was in Perth. The travelling days seemed to be over for a while and we made it happen to spent more time together this year, in Bali, at Red Hill and even in Melbourne where you would imagine that it would be easier than anywhere else but isn’t.

Then out of the blue my phone rang and there she was …. 6 a.m in Perth, going for her morning walk. We spoke for about 40 minutes. I treasure our conversations.

More weird dreams last night …. Betrayal, cowardice, and other weird themes that now feel like angel dust. It was like watching a whole lot of different shows on television all in a row. But overall I slept long and well and woke up feeling refreshed.

Today is my day off. Tomorrow is oxygen and Friday is lunch with my friends Mike, Bob and David.

I went to Specsavers late yesterday afternoon to get my eyes tested. Apart from the fact that I don’t need to get a stronger prescription, which I was certain that I would need the optometrist discovered the beginnings of cataracts on my eyes. This should be OK for a couple of years and then I might need an operation to get them repaired. Sounds confronting but most operations do until you have them and apart from a moment of pain and uncomfortableness it works out OK.

I’m quite pleased about my reaction to the damage at Red Hill. I didn’t cave in, I didn’t have a huge loss, I was really quite zen about it. I worked hard and got the shed into a pretty good condition. More rain id forecast for later in the week so when we go back down on Monday night I’ll be able to see what’s happening. Fingers crossed that there will be no water on the floor of the shed.

It’s 12 noon and I’m hungry. I’ve noticed lately that I can’t go much after 12 maybe I’m not having enough fat.

Thursday October 20, 2022

Somehow my eyes opened at 6.27 a.m. I knew it was time to get out of bed and scurry to my iPhone which was set to go off but my brain still couldn’t decipher whether it was set for 6.30 or 6.45 so the idea of a peaceful slumber was out of the question.

At first I wasn’t sure whether it was cold or bearable but now 10 minutes later I’ve realized that my initial response was based on my body temperature, not the cold house which has now taken over as the dominant factor.

My ears are ringing like they are full of cicadas this morning. I wore the right piece of my Sennheiser earbuds last night which meant that I could sleep on my left side but it’s not really a good idea. At least I didn’t have to put up listening to people talking into my ear all night. My dreams were still intense but my recollections of what I dreamt about were dim maybe because I had almost 2 hours deep sleep.

I’m off on one of my train mornings to South Yarra today. I’ll walk out the door at 7.25 and wander down to the station just like any other commuter except I’ll be listening to my own music, thinking my own thoughts and pursuing my own destiny. So as soon as I finish my bulletproof coffee I’ll quietly make my way back into our bedroom/bathroom to wash the sleep out of my eyes, brush my hair and get dressed for my big day out.

Georgie came on her first walk for almost 7 weeks yesterday. Her ankle has almost healed and she’s now ready to prepare herself for early morning walks in Bali.

After the Train Trip

I’ve just arrived in Chapel St after the train ride and walks to and from the station. What a great way to get almost 60 minutes of walking under my belt in the morning. Unfortunately my innate walking speed isn’t up to scratch when I compare it with the younger walkers who seem to be just strolling but I’m working on that. Two things happen when I arrive inner city. The first one is thatIfeel at home and even though I don’t engage with anyone, I feel a apart of something and the second is that I feel sad for Finn. Oh fuck, How can I get him to become cognisant that there is a big world out here full of colour, energy and potential excitement.

There’s a table of old guys opposite me, South Yarra dudes who are probably my age but who look rich, unlike me. But I’m rich in other things apart from money. 

I’m struggling with a certain level of  egotistical shit that happens in my head. Maybe it’s self love, personal reassurance, yeah, that could be it.I need to remind myself that I’m really OK. It’s been a trait for a long time now, I even remember feeling this way in the 80s before going into my auditing sessions and feeling guilty about thinking that I might look OK or have cards on myself. Isn’t life funny. I’m not hurting anyone but myself and even then it doesn’t even mess with me all that much.

I walked for another hour at lunchtime and then another hour on the way back to and from the station this afternoon.

Friday October 21, 2022

I just received my seasonal stats over the past 3 months, which is approx 90 days, from my Oura ring app. It looks like my weakest point may be readiness. Oura awards crowns when you have achieved your daily goal. I got 33 for readiness, 65 for sleep and 65 for activity. The average time I go to be is 109.35 pm and the average wake up time is 7.52.am. I don’t take many naps, it looks like there were only 6. My best sleep score was 97 which looks like it happened when I was in Bali with Covid, I had no option but to sleep! I get an average of 7 hours and 49 minutes sleep each night which is amazing!! I sleep about 30 minutes longer on weekends. I walked 0ver one million steps, 1,122,290 to be exact which is equivalent to 19 marathons and I hit my activity goal on 69% of the days and I am most active around midday.

I wasn’t expecting this breakdown. It must be something new. This one obviously covers July, August and September.

So what’s the point?

There is a point and that’s as simple as playing a game with yourself. I’m actually quite pleased with my stats and will work a bit harder to attain even better ones for my next seasonal stat notification which will probably come sometime in late January 2023.

Some people might think that wearing an Oura ring is pretty inane, I’m certainly not one of them. In actual fact the first thing I do each morning when I wake up is make a coffee and then check how much deep sleep and REM sleep I had as well as my HRV and overnight heart rate.

My Oura ring is a tool that helps me achieve my self discipline goal and allows me to track my progress. It is simply a tool but like all good tools it can make my life easier and my overall health goals more attainable.

I’m moving towards 4 years since I did an about face in regard to my health, since I gave up drinking, started losing weight, doing intermittent fasting and eating a better diet, since I’ve been learning more and more about my body and how it functions and more importantly what I need to do to keep it happy and alive.

My optometrist summed it up beautifully the other day. She said “I thought they had sent the wrong person in to see me because the age on the card said that you were 70. There’s no way that you look that old.”

That was a feather in my cap and a reward for all of the hard work that I do and all of the little comforts in life that I have done without.

Saturday October 22, 2022

photo of 4 old men
From Left : David Cockman, Mike Hirst, Gary Collier, Bob Lamb

It was that strange period, post Cuban Missile Crisis but pre-Beatles, that small crack in the cultural evolution of the human race. The beginning of the 1960s. The decade when my segment of the baby boomers grew up. A magical time in some ways that was somewhat like a carbon copy of the propaganda that we had been fed on our black and television sets. You know, Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, the cowboy and Indian shows. Perfect families, goodies and baddies. This subliminal influence dove lined perfectly with the manufactured tension between the so called East and West. The communists and the capitalists. And they try to tell us that misinformation and disinformation is something that has just begun, no it’s been part of the woof and warp of mankind’s road trip, always been there.

I arrived in East Bentleigh in the springtime of 1963. I was an 11 year old who had just been struck like a hammer by the magic of music. Maybe this was the first expression of love and passion that I experienced apart from the much more subdued familial love that I just taken for granted. My childhood was behind me but my teenage years were yet to begin. And here I was in what seemed to me to be “The Promised Land”, big open spaces, big houses and wide roads, my own bedroom, hidden adventure playgrounds and as I was about to find out loads and loads of boys and girls around the same age as I was.

This new place was larger than life, a self contained world of its own, a place to forge an identity and bask in the glory, discovery and adventure of life. A place to sew the seeds of hope for what was to come.

Those teenage years don’t last all that long but like a tattoo they are with you for life. When it’s happening you don’t have any idea that you are creating a foundation to build a life upon, well that’s how I look at it anyway. It’s the people you meet, the things that you do together, the shared sense of morality, music, fun, discovery. The trouble that you create, your secrets, the crazy shit that you never want your parents to find out about you.

As far as I know my friends weren’t readers, they weren’t appreciators of art although music was an integral part of our shared experience. My friends were free wheelin’ suburban boys who made it up as they went along. We waited for school to finish so we could go to our part time jobs to make some money and then hang out together outside the local milk bar at night or at a friends house, we yearned for the weekends when we could explore new adventures, places to go, journeys beyond South, North, Boundary and Centre roads. Getting lost in life and each others company.

As I said earlier my passion was music. By the time I was 14 I had joined my first band and spent a lot of my time practising and playing. This experience re-defined my life to a large degree and from then on I had 2 distinct groups of friends but overall the biggest impact came from the core group who I met back in the spring of 1963.

Yesterday four of us got back together to share stories of our lives and look back at our own memories of those years, the people, the girls, the crazy experiences, the journeys. We didn’t go into it too far, it was a bit like re-assembling a big jigsaw puzzle that had been scattered across a table and left to just sit there gathering dust.

What did we have in common? What happened to us over the past 50 plus years? Did we attain those dreams that we dreamt back in the mid 60s? Did our lives turn out like we had expected? Had we been good husbands and fathers?

There was so much to catch up on and no way to do it in the few hours we had together over beer, cider, food and soda water in the back streets of Fitzroy. We were “same same” but different, you know what I mean. The building blocks were still there but what was built upon them was so distinctly different. We had fun, we reminisced, we told stories, recollected events, remembered others who shared our journey and adventures … both girls and boys.

Was it like “the boulevard of broken dreams”? A little bit. One thing we had in common was that our first marriages were all finished. The girls we had fallen in  love with as young men were not in our lives anymore on a romantic level. Some had become friends, some enemies. We didn’t really talk about our kids all that much but did touch on it in a distant sort of way.

My god, what do you talk about after 50 years. Do you take it in turns and give each other an hour or so to tell their life story? Shit no. All you can do is free form it, take it as it comes, listen closely and conjure up memories and images that have been buried for half a century.

I said goodbye at about 7 p.m after 6 or so hours of chatter. We promised each other that we would meet again in 6 months or so. Maybe I should start a group on messenger so we can stay in touch but even if I do would we communicate? I don’t know.

Lives are wondrous, unique, complex. What we can do is to share what we have learned along the way with others. Maybe be there for each other if needed, maybe not. We’ll see.

But having said all that I had a ball. I loved every minute of our time together and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Sunday October 23, 2022

A perfect Sunday morning. The clarity in the air is sharp, brisk and fresh and it’s visually perfect. Thirteen days until Bali and about 10 until Georgie’s birthday.

Lot’s to do over the next 2 weeks so I cannot afford to be slack. I’ve just got to keep creating lists and staying on top of them.

I won $8.35 0n Tattslotto last night which puts me about $1 in the red! What a joke that I have to rely on hope to fuel the future. Not the normal boomer who has assets pouring out of every crevasse.

I’ve really been down the memory lane rabbit hole since our re-union on Friday. Spent most of yesterday doing a post on my website about the overall “feel” of being a teenager in East Bentleigh. No names, no actual events just an abstract view of what it was like. Still needs work.

We’ve got somebody coming today to look at our Lexus. It was nice to have a great car for the past 8 years or so but it’s now gone to a point where it just isn’t a viable or needed proposition anymore. I’m happy with public transport and the van.

Monday October 24, 2022

I didn’t get to write anything this morning because I had a sauna before going on a long drive to visit my dentist in Malvern. Georgie offered to drive me and for some reason this sort of fit in with the weather and the morning so I made the most of it and finally cleaned the sauna while it was heating up. The pool is getting warmer as the spring weather gets more temperate.

Looks like I’m up against a brick wall when it comes to periodontists. I got Chris to send a referral to a Dr Andrew Bridgman today thinking that he might be a better fit for me than Jason Bloom and he’s not available until February.

I finally purchased some lamb marrow bones to get some stock made up for soup over the next couple of weeks before we head off to Bali.

It’s almost 3 pm and our next journey today will be to Red Hill.

Tuesday October 25, 2022

We arrived at Red Hill last night around 7 pm, lit a fire. I made a decent dinner and we sat down and watched the last 2 episodes of Bad Sisters. It turned out to be a very pleasant evening.

We’ve done a good job at Red Hill. Georgie has 2 outdoor couches arriving today just in time for her Birthday Party which we are having here on Cup Day.

The 2 most important things that I have to do over the next few days are a) work out the menu and logistics for the lunch and b) get a significant gift for Georgie.

I’m back on a plateau. It’s funny that I want to just keep going up the mountain. Most people would be quite happy having a rest and enjoying the scenery but no, not me, I just want to keep things changing, new ideas, new experiences, new thoughts, new knowledge. My expectations of life are far too extravagant at times but this is the period that is becoming more and more important as I look back on the journey that I have had the one ahead is what I have to look forward to. 

I became inanimate for a while just then and had what could be called writer’s block but then I went outside and took a picture of the land surrounding the house at Red Hill, when I looked at the photograph I realized how bloody lucky we are. Lucky to have a home where we have lived for the past 10 years, lucky to have Red Hill to come to when we feel like getting away and lucky to have our home in Bali to escape to when we want to get away from everything else. Lucky to be planning a trip to Spain and Italy next year and just damn lucky to be alive.

It’s almost 60 years since The Cuban Missile Crisis turned my life upside down. I was 10 years old, still a child but a child on the cusp of discovery. I’ve lived a lot in that 60 years. I keep thinking that I’ve changed a lot but I don’t really think so. I’ve always been essentially me. The basic ingredients were always there. I was always relatively sensitive, inquisitive, curious. I was always searching for another pathway to take me up higher.

Wednesday October 26, 2022

It’s still Tuesday but As I’ve already done my post for today I’m going to pretend that I hopped into a time machine and arrived at tomorrow.

We just arrived back from Red Hill and just before we arrived home the heavens opened up and rain bucketed out of the black clouds, onto our rooftop and into our blocked gutters. We even have water dripping through our roof into a bucket on the kitchen bench. I hate to think what the mould would be like behind the plasterboard. Thunder and lightning is happening simultaneously and my desire to go out to the car to grab my bag and computer is at its lowest ebb.

Maybe Finn’s mood is radiating out into the skies and influencing the weather. his friends have let him down and cancelled their trip to Red Hill. He was so bloody excited about going down there tonight but that is now a no go and he’s awfully unhappy.

It’s now the real Wednesday morning and I feel like an old flat bottle of lemonade. I slept with my headphones on all night listening to Podcasts which triggered dreams based on the subjects and characters who were in the dreams. I’m pretty certain that my flatness has a lot to do with what I haven’t done as opposed to what I have done. Georgie’s birthday is creeping up as is our departure to Bali. I’m not getting any response from the framing people and I sort of keep putting things off every day plus I’m not walking or exercising. So many “nots”. This convinces me that stress comes from incomplete cycles.

So today I will systematically work through whatever I can.

I’m also a bit disillusioned with the way our democratic society is working. This new “what you can say and what you can’t” shit is going a bit too far for my liking. On one hand I could just not give a shit because I’m not really doing anything effective to rectify it. We are being lied to constantly and unfortunately most people fall for the lies. It’;s not easy to look past the surface unless you actively decide that you should and then it takes a tenacious mind to reach your own truth. It’s so easy to be convinced of almost anything when the deliverer is charismatic. Trusted or well established. It’s so easy to fall for rhetorical drivel.

It’s 60 years since the Cuban missile crisis which happened when I was an innocent 10 year old who had to rely on mainstream news, The Sun and The Herald for information. We live in a different world now. Maybe not a more deceptive world but it may be greedier. What I never could understand is how money and power can turn certain segments of society into uncaring, unfeeling liars who knowingly and actively invent scenarios that suit their own purposes. Every time there is a grain of truth in what is being put forward, enough to make what they are saying feasible. I’m not saying that I know for sure what is going on in Ukraine but I am quite convinced that the Americans are complicate in forwarding their own interests. We’ve all grown up with the western viewpoint that all Russians are bad and evil and that communism is also evil. That might well be true but to have a valid viewpoint I would need to do a huge amount of personal research. I would also need to be right on top of where my sources were coming from.

There’s no point in being depressed about this. Just being aware is enough.

Thursday October 27, 2022

Don’t panic!

Things always work out.

It looks like it is going to be a relatively cold and wet day next Tuesday for Georgie’s birthday party at Red Hill. Whatever happens will be OK because we are adaptable and fluid.

We sold another one of Kitti’s paintings yesterday ….. for $6000. I’ve now got to take it off the stretcher bar and pack it. What a boon Kitti’s popularity has been for us. Now all I’ve got to get done before we leave for Bali is the block shop orders.

Friday October 28, 2022

It looks like we will need to build an ark. The rain has set in like a bad dose of a virus. It just won’t go away, and it’s heavy rain that floods the roads and byways.

I’ve become very inactive this week. I’m not going to kick myself about this because I’ve been feeling quite tired anyway and a bit achy to make matters worse. I can make up for this in Bali in a weeks time.

We had an enquiry for a 2 week booking yesterday morning which I answered. As you can well imagine I got very, very excited about this because it would open up a vista of possibilities for our trip. I haven’t heard back yet but I am feeling lucky today and have high hopes that we will get a notification that these Lithuanians have booked. There’s also a chance that the existing Villa Tusk guests will extend their stay. I have my fingers crossed on this as we really do need the extra bookings and money.

Yesterday I visited my first cousin on my fathers side, Roger Banks. The funny thing is that due to whatever politics that existed in my Dad’s family we hardly ever saw our Bendigo cousins. I’ve probably only ever met him twice in my life. But you know what… we bonded. I felt a strange connection to the sone of my father’s sister Mabel. His wife is a German lady named Constance. Very German but on the same page as Georgie and I as far as vaccination goes which I was very pleased about. We spoke about his father a lot. His name was Ron Banks and he died in April 1945 at 22 years of age when Roger was 3 months old. He was the rear gunner in a bomber that was operating out of Darwin. Tragic.

Saturday October 29, 2022

The more my sleep deteriorates the more I become aware of how important a good nights sleep really is and how therapeutic 8 hours of uninterrupted normal and deep sleep as well as REM sleep is needed. The funny thing is that this week I haven’t even been all that interested in looking at my Oura ring stats and this is a first for at least two years. I’ve also stopped doing blood tests, blood pressure tests, weighing myself, walking and eating well among other things.

I won’t even wonder what’s going on, it’s what is not going on that matters. I’ve lost my mojo. I’ve lost the bounce in my step and to some degree I’ve lost my motivation. What I have noticed is that it becomes a dwindling spiral pretty quickly, one thing leads to another and before you know it there are a million justifications for “falling apart”. One of the biggest justifications is that you simply don’t have the time which in itself is a complete lie but it’s so easy to kid yourself that that is true.

Even now I’m juggling justifications for not walking to the supermarket to buy some coffee and then having a sauna. “It’s too cold” “I didn’t sleep well enough” “I’m tired”. All vaguely true but not good enough reasons to exacerbate my inactivity.

I purchased a new pair of Hocka’s yesterday. This will be my 4th or 5th pair in the past few years. There’s nothing quite like a new pair of great running shoes.

So having said all of that my solution today is to do all of the things that I haven’t been doing … testing, walking, sauna’ing, either fading or eating really good food and not eating any of those low card crap chocolate bars that I’ve been shoving in my face for the past couple of weeks. We’ll see how I went at the end of the day. If for some reason this doesn’t work then I’ll do a danger condition.

Sunday October 30, 2022

No time to mess around today. I’ve got loads of things to do, stuff to buy and preparations to be done. It’s looking more and more likely that the party will be held inside. That’s OK. I’ve got to finalise the menu today and make sure that I have the main ingredients.

Yesterday was momentous. We sold our car. We drove to the Lexus dealership in Brighton and negotiated a half decent price for the car that we’ve had for the past 3 years. The guy we dealt with was charming. His name is Jonathon, all decked out in a beautiful suit and a gorgeous French accent. Very charismatic. I really have no idea with the deal we did. The price we got was $56,000 which will allow us to pay about $10,000 into our house loan which will cut down our interest a bit. Whether we could have got more for it will never be seen. It’s done and we are both OK  on the price we are getting.

Our current mission to cut down on our costs is moving along quite well. The next step will be to take a look at our current expenses and to see what else we can pull back on. 

I am quite pleased with our current project to put money away into a setasides account. The funny thing is that I feel a sense of accomplishment watching the bank balance slowly creep up. The biggest joke is that there are probably loads of men who make as much as I’ve saved in one week but that’s them and I have a different set of values. A different game. God, I’m feeling lucky having won $110 on Tatts this week. I feel like I’m on some sort of good luck winning streak.

My first task for the day is to take the Horses painting by Kitti off the stretcher bar and pack it to be sent to Bangkok, we also need to find the other painting that we sold 2 months ago. Then I’ve got to go to Bunnings to pick up another of Georgie’s birthday presents. A chain saw. How macabre.

This is no time to be planning a novel so I’ll give it a rest for now and get on with my day.

Monday October 31, 2022

Yep, it’s Monday morning and I’ve got heaps to do to load the van with the provisions and furniture, flowers and any bloody thing else that I need to put on a great party for Georgie tomorrow. 

The time is just after 7 a.m and I’m already on top of things as far as I can tell anyway. Hopefully I can stay calm and level headed as the morning moves forward. 

I still have to load the van and pack the clothing that I will need.

I got to the gym with Finn yesterday and then we ate lunch together which was quite an accomplishment and very enjoyable.

This morning isn’t the time to be writing so I’ll drink my coffee and then go outside to load the van.

Monday Night @ 9.40 pm

Well I’ve been up for 15 hours and now I’m buggared. I’ve got the soup made and the alternative main dish which is chicken katsu curry. We’ve bought the salmon and all I really need to do is to cook the fish, asparagus, make a salad and cook a few veggies and of course a few other bibs and bobs..I’ve got the flowers set up and Georgie has placed the tables and moved the room around so the couches are on the periphery of the room. All in all we’ve done really well, spent a fortune and if I get up early enough tomorrow should be relatively stressless.

I’ve got the playlist pretty much done and the fire is full of wood. We’ve just got to set up the couches in the carport and make it look good.

Tuesday November 1, 2022

It rained all night. I was expecting to wake up in the middle of a lake but to my undying surprise the sun was shining, a cold sun but still it was bright and hopeful. Because it’s only an illusion we will still have our lunch inside with the fire roaring at one end and the heaters blasting at the other.

I’ve got the 1962 Top 100 playing on Spotify, it brings back so many memories. It’s amazing, the power of music. Pre-Beatles …wow.

Anyway, fingers crossed that the sun keeps shining and the rain holds off for a while, well at least until about 4 p.m.

I started preparing more food when I got up at 8 a.m but now I’m enjoying a warm coffee and anticipating a bath full of epsom salts. 

I have a feeling that all will go well and Georgie will have a great celebration.

Wednesday November 2, 2022

Wouldn’t it be amazing if we could go back to 1996 in a time machine and watch our younger selves speculate what it was going to be like in 2022 when you turn 60 and I’m 70.

Well my darling we are in that moment and I’m still in love with you as much as I was 26 years ago.

Our journey has been here, there and everywhere and here we are now, both excited about our future together, lucky as hell to both feel like we are at the beginning of a wonderful life together full of nuance, discovery, wonder and countless happy moments sharing our existence together for many years to come.

I would never have guessed back in 1962 when I was 10 years old and grappling with “the meaning of life” when at the same moment you were being born that our destinies were to be intertwined.

It took me 44 years to find you but I did …..

Happy 60th birthday Georgie.

I love you.

Thursday November 3, 2022

We are on the home stretch to leave the dismal weather in Melbourne and head to the moderate tropical weather in Bali. The weather is dismal, chilly, wet and almost beyond description. The sun forces it’s way through the clouds and shines for a few minutes and before you can sneeze the clouds return and the rain starts falling again, cold freezing drizzle and then it pours down in bucketloads.

If I can systematically work my way through my lists all will be well.

Georgie’s birthday celebrations were a huge success. The lunch at Red Hill was fabulous and fluctuated between perfection and super stressful moments but overall the food turned out beautifully and we had a great day inside with the fire roaring non stop. Yesterday’s lunch at Donovans also went well albeit with a few tense moments.

Georgie is now 60 years old. Wow.

Friday November 4, 2022

It’s here. Our departure to Bali is upon us. We have one day left to finish up our preparations, have a good nights sleep and get up bright and early tomorrow to head off to the airport. 5 weeks of sun, exercise and stressless days. The next project is to get a booking for some of the period that we are there so we can finance some adventures.

Finn and I are going to the gym a bit later this morning. That’s one of the really important things that I need to do today, spend time with Finn.

Kaye is coming to see us later this afternoon.

Saturday November 5, 2022

Well, I did get up at 5 a.m as planned. We left home with Finn at 6.30 a.m and got to the airport stress free, this may be the first time all my ducks were in line and then ironically when we got to check in only to discover that the plane had been delayed for 2 hours.

That’s how the cookie crumbles.

Melbourne’s skies were adorned with at least 8 hot air balloons that had taken off from Royal Park. It looked a bit like War of the Worlds, an alien invasion.

Finn dropped us off and then took off in the van. He’ll be on his own for the next 5 weeks but hopefully will get inventive with his social life.

I tried buying some Black label Johnie Walker whiskey for the guy at the end of our gang but apparently there is a world wide shortage of this whiskey. All they had was blue label and this costs over $300. Oh well, I tried.

We are sitting in a crappy airport restaurant where Georgie is having a coffee. I bought my own Mushroom and Bone Broth soup with me which I ate before we came into the inside of the terminal. Georgie can’t really find anything worthwhile to eat but we still have 2.5 hours to find her something.

Who knows what tomorrow may bring. Right now we are high above the ocean flying toward Bali. It’s 2.21 p.m local time which makes it 3 hours later in Melbourne, I’ve been awake for over 12 hours and we are 2 hours behind schedule. This is another one of those magic door moments, transported into a new culture in a matter of hours and there are so many of them on our planet. Whether this is all a simulation or not doesn’t really matter because whatever it is I’m having a pretty great time and it’s about to get better as it always does when I spend time in Bali.

Apart from the warmth it means that I don’t really have to cook and clean and all of those boring things that make life a bit more complicated. If all goes as planned we will arrive in less than an hour and get through the airport pretty quickly and then be on our way to Penestanan in time for dinner and a walk. 

Tomorrow will be all about walking, saunaing, having my hair and beard shaved and maybe catching up with old and new friends.

A few goals that I have on this trip include getting a booking for at least the equivalent of 2 weeks so we can afford to spend some time in other locations, getting both of us set up with HBOT, loads of exercise and other healthy activities.

I’m also hoping that something miraculous happens with Finn while we are away and that he makes some new friends and also makes some decisions to change his life for the better.

Apart from that I don’t really have any concrete plans.

I’d also love to get back on track with my overall fitness and health. I’ve not been a disaster but I also have to admit that I have gotten a bit slack of late … full of excuses and justifications.

What I’m looking for is objectivity, space, room to have new visions and ideas, maybe even a few life shattering realisations, who knows.

Plus a few new friends and some great musical experiences would be wonderful to have on the agenda.

I just looked out the window of the plane and looked down on the shadows that the clouds make on the surface of the ocean and now the plane is turning and facing the bright blue sky. we are getting lower and lower all the time as the plane loses altitude in order to make a landing in what might be the next few minutes. The plane is now in a holding pattern, going around in circles, skirting the clouds and ocean below buying time while we wait to touch down on the island of the gods. 

This current dalliance with Bali began in late 2018, 4 years ago, almost to the day, around about 1500 days in which time I have shed 30 kgs, gone to India, been back to Bali 6-7 times, beaten cancer and changed my whole viewpoint and attitude toward life. I feel like the foundations that I have spent a lifetime building are now substantial, strong and firmly in place to take the burden of whatever I want to lay on top.

The plane is descending, air pressure is changing and I just spotted the cliffs of Uluwatu

Sunday November 6, 2022

It’s 8 am in Bali. Georgie and I are sitting in the “birds nest” at the Kastari Resort up The Top of the Sayan Ridge Walk about to have our morning coffee. The first thing that strikes me is the humidity, the difference in moisture in the air is huge compared to August, the sweat is literally dropping off me like a waterfall. It’s been 3 years since I’ve been in Bali in November back in 2019 when I was still just beginning my journey toward being fit and healthy.

This location is one of my most favourite spots in the whole world, overlooking the Wos river valley, the air is full of natural jungle sounds … the river, the insects and the Bali coffee served at the Belantara Restaurant is superb.

Georgie has just announced that we are going to be visiting Gary and Rosie which is a one hour walk away up heartbreak hill and through the rice fields of Kedewatan. That’s an added bonus.

As I said after we finished our coffee at Kastari Georgie suggested that we go to Gary and Rosie’s house. We walked to the end of the main ridge road and turned left toward Keliki. This was Georgie’s first time on  this walk and I was a bit apprehensive about how she might respond to Heartbreak Hill. As we approached the bridge that marked it’s beginning I told her that it was coming up and that not only was it steep but it goes on forever. She rose to the occasion and trooped up thew hill like a regular.

Monday November 7, 2022

A new week has begun. It is now early on Monday morning of our first full week in Bali. I just had a thought of what it might be like for our guests waking up in the villa on their first morning, what can we do to make the place more hospitable, more comfortable, more appealing? That’s a question that I will need too answer and work on with Georgie in the coming days and weeks.

Georgie is still asleep but I’m going to have to wake her up in the next few minutes so she can get ready to head off on our morning walk.

We got a huge amount of activity in yesterday. My steps on my Oura ring were just under 24,000 and just over 20,000 on the Garmin watch. I can’t believe that it has taken me 4 years to work out that I needed to use an app to synch my watch to. It’s been sitting there forlorn and unused all that time simply because my IQ was not up to scratch to be aware of this very simple fact.

Georgie did great yesterday. She surprised me with her willingness to walk long distances and up hills. Today we will head off at some stage to Tjampuan to have a sauna and cold plunge.

We’ve spent a little more than $100 on food since we’ve arrived which is nothing by Australian standards but we’ll need to keep an eye on what we spend. At $400 a week that will be $2000 over our 5 week stay, then there will be the HBOT sessions at $1500 so from this I can see that our budget will need to be planned.

I just wrote a note too my friend Jude, we met on the “cancer rounds”.

“Hi Jude It’s 6.30 am in Bali. I’m just about to wake Georgie up to trek off on our 2 hour morning walk. The weather is fabulous although a bit more humid than August/September because it is now rainy season. I’m so happy here. Life is so simple and uncomplicated. I’ll try giving you a call a bit later today, not certain what time but don’t worry if you can’t answer. We’ll touch base eventually. How are you going by the way? We haven’t spoke for ages about what you are up to with your protocols etc. Anyway the day is waiting so it’s time for me to make lots of noise and drive Georgie crazy. Talk soon. Gary”

It’s 10.45 am and we’ve just arrived back after being out and about on our big walk for the past 3 hours. We had a couple of coffees on the way but it was a bloody big walk. 

We’ve got a team of workers here putting in gutters and doing other assorted odd jobs.

We walked to Gary and Rosie’s house at 1.30 to celebrate Gary’s 69th birthday. It was quite a social occasion. The hosts plus us, Rosie’s daughter and her husband and their daughter plus Fred and Mandy, our new American friends who we have met a few times now. Overall it was lots of fun and the lunch prepared by their new cook was delicious.

We walked back home around 5 pm just before the rain came down. I’m now waiting for Georgie to come with me to the Tjampuan Spa. Another busy but fun day in Bali, one that’s not over yet.

Tuesday November 8, 2022

It is hard to believe that a whole week has passed since Georgie’s Birthday bash at Red Hill last week. Time is elusive and complicated. I suppose what is the most significant factor is the change that occurs between one moment and another but then you have to ask the question “What is a moment?”

Georgie doesn’t have runners this morning so this determines the sort of walk that we will have, anyway she’s still in bed and there’s no way that I’m going to harass her.

Last night we did make it to the spa at Tjampuan which was a truly wonderful experience. It’s not the flashiest spa in town but everything I need is there including a beautiful towering vertical wall of jungle, a fast flowing river and a grotto that is out of a fantasy novel. Due to our late’ish arrival we had to cut back on out time in the hot and cold but as a first session it was adequate and we still got to dinner at 8 pm which was far too late and which seemed to reflect in my lack of deep sleep.

Georgie has appeared so we are about to embark upon our walk.

Later on we are heading off to Saba to Kasha Ibu Hospital to attempt our first HBOT session in Bali. The initial costs are a bit high but once that is done and dusted we should be able to get in one session a week and the great news is that it will be a first for Georgie. We should be able to get in 5 sessions during our stay.

It’s looking more and more like this trip is going to be prelim innately about our health which is exactly what I had hoped for and planned in my own head.

I woke at 5.45 am but still got over 8 hours of sleep. Unfortunately the amount of deep sleep I got was minimal but I got 2 hours of REM. The other great thing about last night was that it was my first complete sleep through in months, meaning that I didn’t wake up once.

I had my first bulletproof coffee this morning. Yes, I am eating a few carbs while in Bali but mostly good quality. I’ll start doing blood tests after our walk this morning.

We did a shorter walk this morning up to Kedewatan, had a coffee and walked back. I got bitten by what appears to be a wasp on my left wrist just outside Villa Metta. Fuck it hurt and it still does. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.

After our walk we came home, got changed and hopped in a Gojek to head toward Saba and the much anticipated HBOT session in a the big chamber at the Diving Hospital. Saba is 40 minutes from Ubud and is north of Sanur, the hyperbaric chamber is set up for 6 people at a time but it turned out that just Georgie and myself were in it. We started with a doctor consultation with a young doctor named Andreas who runs the HBOT section of the hospital. Lovely guy. He was trained on hyperbaric oxygen in Surabaya. As usual the consultation was not much chop and was really to cover the hospitals ass. We sat together with Andreas and yabbered on for a while (at the end they tried to charge us $300). All that aside, the big chamber was amazing. You could really feel the pressure change, much more so than in the smaller chambers in Melbourne. This was Georgie’s first 2.4 atmosphere HBOT session, she loved it. I was also very impressed. We did about 2 hours, cost was $160 each and we had our own nurse in the chamber with us just in case. Overall it was a great success. When we came out our Gojek driver was still waiting for us. The weather had transformed from an intensely hot day to overcast and rainy, as it does during rainy season in Bali.

We arrived back at the villa just after 3.30 pm and I had my first meal of the day which consisted of fresh papaya, coconut yoghurt and thick cream with walnuts. Bloody delicious.

At about 4.30 our massage girls arrived and we both had the most delightful massages outside on the bale (pronounced barlay) of the small bedroom. Bloody magnificent experience for both of us. I had the deep massage from Wayan and Georgie had the normal Balinese massage.

 It’s now just 7.30 pm and we’ve finished our dinner and are now wrapping up our day. Georgie is watching Netflix on the iPad and I’m finishing today’s blog.

A well spent day full of healthy activity.

Wednesday November 9, 2022

Band practise today.

Day 4 in Bali and things are going exactly as I envisages. Purnami has been sick the whole time since we have arrived so we’ve been pretty much on our own at the villa apart from a few Balinese visitors who are doing jobs for us.

As I said earlier, today is for band practise although we are starting our day with a walk and then we plan to go to Tjampuan for a sauna and cold plunge. This should take until around 12 noon and then I’ll head off to Gary’s house.

Over the next 24 hours I think we’ll need to start a bit of planning so the time doesn’t just fritter away. Still to explore are IVs, gym, Parq, business ideas, renovation ideas, side trips … the list goes on.

We both seem to be doing really well. The intermittent fasting is working fabulously as well as making our mornings easier not having to worry about eating breakfast. Yesterday I didn’t really eat until I had some papaya and cream at 3.30pm. Georgie held out until 6 pm.

The day is coming to an end. We did our mammoth walk and ended at Tjampuan where we discovered the power was off so we came back to the villa until around 11.30 at which time we returned to Tjampuan. The sauna had fired up again and the spa was quite full by the time we got there. Most of the others were from Hungary. Eastern Europe has discovered Bali which makes things quite interesting.

After the sauna we arrived at Warung Mendez at around 1pm to eat our lunch. Luckily I had ordered via text from Tjampuan so the wait wasn’t all that long but by now the thunder was rattling and booming in the heavens and the rain was starting to fall, I still had to make it to Gary’s for band practise so I purchased a Bali raincoat which is really just a glorified rubbish bag with armholes and a hood, mine was purple and Georgie’s is bright green. This vaguely protected me on my walk from Penestanan Kelod to Kaja, a walk of approx 25 minutes.

Colin and Gary were waiting for me and we started playing pretty soon after I arrived. Needless to say I was a bit rusty and took a while to loosen up by which time Colin had to leave to do his weekly guitar lesson with the twins who live behind Gary’s house. We finished the session abruptly so Colin could eat. After he left Gary and I played some of his songs for a while and I played along but somehow I just wasn’t inspired. Looks like I’ll need to do some practise. We then spoke for quite a while and then I came home at around 6.30.

We had dinner at Kemalon just around the corner and now it’s time for bed again. The days are going pretty fast in Bali.

Overall it’s everything that I wanted it to be.

Thursday November 10, 2022

I’ve started writing late today due to getting up a bit later than I normally do. Georgie and I set out on our walk at 7 am and arrived back at the villa at 10pm just in time for our meeting with our bookkeeper Yuyan.

There’s not a lot to say about the walk. I’ve taken to the same walk every day which racks up a bit over 13,000 steps … up the Tjampuan Ridge, through Keliki and up heartbreak hill then back through Payogan, Kedewatan and down through Penestanan Kaja. It’s almost a perfect walk and including our coffee break it takes just under 3 hours.

I’ve been feeling uneasy for the past day. It’s that anxious feeling that I get when all of a sudden life doesn’t look so rosy. Silly really because there is absolutely nothing wrong. It started after my conversation with Gary yesterday. Could he be a wee bit inclined towards being a touch 1.1, probably not but I do feel a bit introspective after talking to him at times.

Maybe it (this feeling) started because I originally had an agreement to arrive at his house at 11am to go over some songs before Colin arrived. This didn’t work for Georgie so I agreed with her to change the schedule to arrive at 2pm. I sent gary a message saying something had come up. This meant that Georgie and I could walk, sauna, eat lunch before I disappeared. I just spotted that my reaction may have been influenced by things that happened 25 years ago when I would have to juggle things between Paul, Allissa and Georgie there again that may not be it. I was torn between being a good boyfriend for Georgie and a good Dad to Paul and Allissa. This got me into a lot of trouble. Juggling realities does not work for me. There again I was feeling frustrated with my guitar playing. It had been a while since I played and I hadn’t really prepared myself. But overall I think more than anything this uncomfortable feeling came from self invalidation. God, I haven’t used that terminology in a long time. Self invalidation is looking in, stealing your own space from yourself, creating a stingy universe to exist in, fucking with your anchor points. I go into a state of withholding myself, bundling up my charisma into mean little poisonous balls, wondering what it is that I have to hide. The thing is that I don’t need to feel this way. It’s part of a past valence, a weakness of personality that I dragged with me through my life. I’m better than that. Maybe at some point in my life this valence helped me survive a bit better but I can assure you it feels like having a hangover now.

We went to Zest for lunch today. I broke my fast at 11 am and we ate lunch around 1 pm, a healthy vegan lunch that didn’;t do all that much to fill me up but I will appreciate my dinner when I have it at 5 pm. I’m having a massage at 6 pm and then it will be time to go to bed almost.

I brought my tempura box with me to Bali, the one I purchased in Rajasthan. I’ve got it playing now, very hypnotic over and over again but it doesn’t drive me crazy. I just played the guitar along with it and now it’s droning in the background … over and over.

Tomorrow we will get up early, go on our walk and then grab a Gojek or get Made to drive us to Nusa Dua.

Friday November 11, 2022

When the first news of the day presents a problem it’s easy to let the news affect the way you feel but everything is fixable and we’ll get over this hurdle. It’s simply that the wrong prints were sent to the wrong customers, messy but resolvable.

I had the most powerful massage from Wayan last night. Intense. But I feel physically great this morning apart from a couple of itchy spots from insect bites. Georgie is running a bit late this morning so we might start a bit behind the 8 ball. We are driving to Nusa Dua at 11am via the jewellery shop to attend John Martono’s exhibition at The Conrad Hotel.

I’m quite excited about the change of scenery. The other thing that’s happening is that the deep clean is beginning on the house on Saturday. We will be away when they start but Purnami will get the ball rolling.

It’s Friday afternoon and we have been in our budget hotel for a few hours. It’s not a complete disaster. Nusa Dua is tottering on the cusp of the G20 conference that will be held at the Kempinski Hotel next Tuesday and Wednesday, there are soldiers and police everywhere brandishing semi automatic guns with something like 23,000 CCTV cameras checking everyone’s face. To be frank the money would have been better spent fixing roads in Bali or something of the sort. So far my first impression of Nusa Dua is that it is a  cultural wasteland full of fat western tourists who sit around pools and drink and eat all day long. Maybe these are the people who we see wandering aimlessly through the streets of Ubud in the afternoon who come so they can say they experienced some Balinese culture, maybe not. It’s sure as hell not my sort of place. Even the beach is unattractive. Maybe we are in the more downtrodden section, this is quite possible because our room is only costing $150 and we paid for this with an AirBnB voucher that we were awarded because we are superhosts. We ate a very expensive lunch at a sterile hotel restaurant on the beach, I didn’t want to see the bill so Georgie attended to it. I left hungry. Looks like I will need to sustain myself at John Martono’s art exhibition opening at The Conrad Hotel which is about 500 metres away.

I’m really hoping that we have a good time tonight to make up for the less than exciting start to our Nusa Dua experience. We might take a look at what is available in Uluwatu for tomorrow night and go back to Ubud on Sunday evening or we might just head back tomorrow. If I came to this incarnation of Bali and didn’t know that our version existed I probably would never want to return.

Saturday 12 November, 2022

I just woke up in Nusa Dua. It is now 7am, I actually woke at 6 but stayed in bed just lingering, not thinking but just lying there.

Last night I broke a lot of my rules. Nothing all that much for most people, no big transgressions for the average Joe but for me the changes were huge. It would be so easy to go wild and eat whatever was put in front of me. Last night I did just this. But the food was all of the highest quality, absolutely beautiful pre dinner snacks served by incredibly well trained waitresses and then later a stunning 4 course meal, nothing overdone or no overloaded plates, once again craftfully and skillfully served. Nothing outrageous but all food that I would not normally eat. What a wonderful experience it was and one that I will easily recover from although my digestive system feels like it has been tactically attacked this morning.

Georgie and I arrived at the luxurious Conrad Hotel in Nusa Dua at around 5pm. The lobby was full of delegates who have arrived for conferences, meetings and events connected with the G20 meeting that is being held in Bali next week.

The thing about these big hotels is that the staff are generally trained to make you feel important. That’s pretty cool, being anonymous and being able to portray any image that you really choose to. I think that overall we were just being ourselves. Our first discussion was with a Professor from Bandung who was attending G20 to discuss the creation of Indonesia’s new capital city that ids being planned to be built in the coming years in Kalimantan. We spoke for about 20 minutes and he politely excused himself. Next we were approached by the charming, charismatic GM of the hotel. He is a Canadian named Kevin. A lovely man who we were to share dinner with later in the evening.

The reason we were at the Conrad was too attend the opening of John Martono’s latest exhibition of 48 paintings predictably named A Journey To Happiness. I really didn’t have any idea how the night was going to pan out and I must say that I was pleasantly surprised and my expectations were met tenfold. Firstly we hadn’t seen John and Citra since 2014 when we did the Affordable Art Show in Singapore. What a year that was setting up a popup in Brunswick St, a trip to Scandinavia and toward the end of the year the huge amount of work and financial input we put into our first international art fair. I’m pretty certain that 2014 was a watershed year for John and his family and that we were instrumental in helping reach new heights in his career as an artist. It’s there anyway, he had to make it, success is in John’s DNA. He is a lovely man who deserves all of the success that he has had over the past 8 years.

What a funny day it turned out to be. We started on a semi bad note by ordering 2 coffees each at what looked like a relatively nice restaurant not too far from our room at the Benoa Suites. The only problem was that it cost almost $17. Shit, that’s more than a decent cup of coffee costs in Australia. Can’t complain too much about that because we bought it and didn’t check the price. The real shit happened when we arrived at Bingan Beach and turned up to the accomo that Georgie had booked. I stupidly didn’t even look at what she was paying for, big, big mistake that was! The place was a dump. A bit like a $2 room that you would expect in  the old section of New Delhi. If the price had of been $20 I would have understood but it was closer to $80, smelt of urine and was so depressing I almost cried. Poor Georgie. We just couldn’t stay there so we told the owners who didn’t take it too well. Fingers crossed that we will get a refund. I’ll say a little prayer and keep my fingers crossed. We walked around the corner but the whole world was looking  black or at least grey. I chose a place called Cashew Grove or something similar which on any other day would have looked fabulous. We ate some food and I found a new place not too far away called Sriyana for $5.8 US. Man was I lucky, it’s perfect Lovely, eclectic, clean and quirky and so far it looks like it’s in a great location. There’s a cool restaurant space and a pool and we have our own bedroom with interesting decor. Life started looking up again when we arrived here. BTW we had a fabulous driver who picked us up and brought us here.  

So (figuratively speaking) the sun is shining and the grey clouds are dissipating. We will stay here for another night and return to Ubud on Monday afternoon. Georgie has booked the next 2 mornings at The Istana.

Sunday November 13, 2022

Beach and cliffs

Bad start to the day. I’ll work through this later. Georgie is determined for me not to go to music practise at 11am on Wednesday and I have to work out a way to be diplomatic about this so it doesn’t end up being a drama.

It’s now just after 2pm and the morning and it’s temporary woes are far behind me.

First we had a pretty good walk which sort of started at Sriyana where we are staying, smack in the middle of Uluwatu. A perfect location and an absolutely wonderful place to stay, more about this later. Just down the road is Sultan Beach, also known as Blue Point. Cafes and restaurants are perched on the cliff face in a warren of grottos, layer upon layer with Escher like stairs but more irregular going up and down, every which way. Precarious steel and concrete stairs covered in sand and sometimes wet, often without safety rails and sometimes so steep and deep that you feel dizzy. One unmindful step could mean a fast death or at least broken bones. Surfers make their way up and down these stairs on their way to the rocks below and coral shelf that leads to the surf. The early morning water is full of these brave, skillful and fit souls who measure up against nature in harmony most of the time but also being dumped by the grand and wild waves to the floor of the untamed ocean. There are cafes, bars and coffee shops everywhere, next to each other, on top of each other, diagonal and just plain squeezed up all battling for some business. If Fellini was still alive I’m sure he could have used this chaotic cliff face as a location for a movie. We had a coffee on the middle level and sat mesmerised watching the ocean, the surfers and the horizon and clouds. After our coffee we walked through the maze of surf shops and showers to the bottom of a very, very steep and seemingly never-ending concrete stair case that snakes up to one of the main roads of Uluwatu and past the health resort named The Astana which we were broke into at 9.30 am but as it was still really early we kept walking along this road until a family of monkeys blocked our way. Georgie has an innate fear of monkeys and won’t walk past them so they created an unwitting barrier so we turned around and made our way back to the ocean. Going down the stairs I take about earlier ti Sultan Beach is a totally different experience than going up. Georgie lectured me not to run and act like a teenager but I can’t help myself and started bounding down the stairs, mindful of every step because deep down I knew she was right. One misjudged step could end in disaster. At the bottom the maze of stairs become es even more precarious as they descend to sea level. We’ve often looked down on an exotic looking pool surrounded in wooden decking and deck chairs. It’s a pretty unique location and is generally filled with beautiful insta people, girls with exposed bum cheeks and muscle bound men with man buns and tatts. This is where it is located, just above the ocean. There is a cafe next door that wouldn’t be out of place in Greece where the coffee is totally overpriced but where the view is priceless, they even have a Mediterranean blue door that invites you into the cafe. We had another coffee only to be totally embarrassed to not have enough cash to pay for it so the owner sent one of her boys up the treacherous steps back to the road and our apartment. I did my best to bound up the steps and if I say so myself I didn’t do a bad job. We got back to our place just after 9 am and paid out debt, rang a Gojek and took off for our session at The Istana.

The Istana is a health, bio-hacking and yoga type resort that tens to market to the generally young and lithe bodied young expats and short term visitors. There are 2 morning sessions and ours started at 9.30 am. The equivalent of $20 AUS for 2.5 hours. The Istana is the complete package, they have hyperbaric oxygen therapy, cryotherapy, biohacking, yoga, a humam (steam room), Swedish hot sauna, Sunlighten Infrared sauna, a cold plunge around 8 degrees and a hot plunge, a restaurant and a beautiful long pool all perched on manicured lawns overlooking the wild ocean and horizon and clouds below.

The specialised treatments cost more but the spa facilities are all part of the $20 (200,000 IDR) fee.

I started in the steam room, jumped in the cold plunge and then to the Swedish Sauna, back to the cold plunge and then into the hot water and back again and then into the Infrared. I rotated this sequence or thereabouts for the next 150 minutes chatting to as many people who were willing to talk along the way. I swear that I was the oldest person there but what the shit, I can fit in most of the time. The “Christmas decorations” around my neck seem to have become a talking point and as a result I’ve had many, many people asking what the deal is. Good communication strategy.

This is an experience that I highly recommend when you are in Bali. Be warned though, you’ve got to book online because they only let in about 50 people to every session. The other great thing is they do not allow mobile phones anywhere near the spa.

We walked back to Sriyana and had a pleasant lunch on the way at a simple restaurant across the road called Shanghai then smoozed around for a while, I sat in the restaurant/common area and wrote for a while and then chatted to Eva the lovely French/Italian manager of Sriyana before setting off on another walk to Padang Padang where there are 2 ATM machines. The max I can get out of most Balinese ATMs is 2.5 million IDR which is around $250 AUS. By now it was peak traffic time so walking was a bit more dangerous. Smack in the middle between Sriyana and Padang Padang there is a restaurant and eclectic gifty type shop that sells jewellery, artefacts, incense and such called “YeYe’s”. Yeye is charming, charismatic and from what I can see she’s pretty savvy. This place is worth a look. By the time we got to Padang Padang I still had to find the ATM machines so I suggested that Georgie popped into the bar at The Suago Boutique Hotel which is just next to Padang Padang Beach. We had a guided tour a few years ago before covid hit. A beautiful place to stay but beyond our pragmatism and means but that didn’t stop us from having drinks there at sunset and feeling rich. Great views, great service and beautiful architecture. We got a Gojek back to Sriyana and changed for dinner at a restaurant called Vibe which turned out to be fabulous. Now its 8.30 and time for bed for us early risers who will start our day at sunrise with another long walk and strenuous session at The Istana.

Sriyana Review

Sometimes booking with an online app can be a bit hit or miss. We had already had a bad experience with another place my wife found on booking.com, we arrived and it was so horrible that we had to politely ask for a refund. This was not the case with Sriyana. The moment I saw the front door I pretty much knew that we had hit the jackpot. It was like finding an old pair of shoes that you forgot you had, a pair of shoes that are so comfortable that you just want to keep them on forever. Sriyana is right up my alley … eclectic, artistic, beautifully laid out, personalized. It felt like home pretty much instantly. A Goldilocks place really, just enough space, storage, a nice big bed, great artefacts all around the space, a tasteful bathroom, a great pool, a beautiful garden full of surprises and a spacious restaurant and common area and even though there are 9 rooms it still seems intimate and seperate enough to feel a great deal of privacy. The owners got it right, almost every aspect and we both appreciated the apparent familiarity and comfort. I’m already excited about coming back next time we are in Uluwatu. I can’t recommend it more strongly with words so I guarantee that anyone who wants to have fun and a great stay in Uluwatu should stay here.

Monday November 14, 2022

Man with beard

Yesterday was a great day with minimal ups and downs and heaps of high points. I wrote about it as it happened so no need to cover old ground.

What’s on my mind this morning is re-visiting the moment that my doctor told me that I had cancer. It’s almost the second anniversary of my cancer diagnosis.

Back in the latter part of 2020 I started having the occasional dizzy moment. Even though theses moments weren’t terrifying the dizziness was enough to make me wonder what was happening so I went to my GP. My normal doctor wasn’t available so I got slotted in with a female doctor named Dr Sophie Sadr. Initially I wasn’t sure what to expect but as time went on I felt more and more confident with her tenacity and level of care. After several tests which came back OK she noticed that there was something going on in the left side of my neck. After an ultrasound it was apparent that there was something abnormal with one of my lymph nodes. She felt that this justified a biopsy while at the same time reassuring me that I was healthy and that more than likely it was just a false alarm.

I drove to a hospital in Melbourne’s outer east to have the needle stuck in my neck to get the samples that were needed. On November 22nd in the early afternoon I returned to Dr Sophie’s rooms to get the results. I don’t remember being nervous or even anticipating any life changing diagnosis.

I walked into her room and she sat me down and as I remember looked at me sadly and said something like “I’m really sorry but your results have come back and you have cancer in your lymph node.” I recall that my initial external reaction was stoic but inside it was like the volume had been turned up to 11. It was a surreal moment with her being more outwardly emotional than I was. I think if someone had been there to hug me, to embrace me and say that all would be well I may have broken down but this wasn’t the way it was so after a while I walked out to the car and sat there like a stunned mullet. 

A new reality had entered my life. It was like being struck by lightning. A reality where my own mortality was now a major issue. A reality where I was confronted with my own potential demise. A moment when life took on a finite time frame where the moment had come when I needed to confront that it might end sooner rather than later. 

I was a “cancer virgin” even though both of my parents had died with cancer in the past 4 years since I was first diagnosed. I knew nothing of the nature of cancer. How it proliferated, what caused it, how it survived, what it did to a body and it’s cells.

I had put my parents demise down to old age and I’m almost embarrassed to say now that I didn’t even try to understand what cancer was. Shit, I remember the day my Dad found out that his time had come, probably in 2014. When I arrived at the family home he was sitting on his own in his bathroom shaving with such intention, such passion or so it seemed. It was a poignant moment when he told me that he was going to die. I couldn’t know how he was feeling, what he was thinking, what turmoil, fear and confusion was going on in his head. This was a powerful and memorable moment in my life. Maybe I should have grabbed him and given him a huge compassionate hug but I didn’t, that wasn’t how it was between us. What I can tell you was that he was sad and his thoughts must have been like a waterfall after the spring snow melted upstream. 

I’m ashamed to say that I can’t recall how I reacted when my mum finally got diagnosed with cancer. It made so much sense after what she had been through, no appetite, losing weight, feeling sick all of the time. It took far too long for her doctors to find out what they should have suspected from the start of her illness. She could not have the hope that she needed and wanted, any reprieve would have been acceptable, but she just had to accept her fate like an innocent rabbit caught in the headlights of life gone out of control.

As I sat in the car after exited the doctor’s rooms my first thoughts were for those I loved. How was I going to tell them that I might be dying? What words could I use and how could I possibly deliver them. I felt strangely calm but I must be honest and say now that I was consumed with remorse and fear, even though I did not want to show this to my family. I’ll have to go back and take a look at my blog where I recorded those days that followed my diagnoses. I’m certain it’s all documented.

The most memorable moment was a couple of days later when Georgie and I drove up to the Dandenong Ranges to go for a walk. Georgie had to go back to the car but I continued on with my earphones on listening to some powerful music. An intense sense and awareness of life was all around me, how precious it was yet here I was planning a grand funeral. Honestly, I was walking along choreographing my own funeral, planning music, words, what could I say to the attendees, would I make a video? It was crazy. I think it was around this time that I came back to my senses and decided and realized that I wanted to keep on living, something changed although I still didn’t have a course of action but there was some sort of naive hope. 

I’m pretty certain that I only allowed myself one night to go deep into the rabbit hole, I really didn’t like what I found there. It was a dark place with very little hope. It’s a wonder that I didn’t go out and buy a bottle of vodka, thank god that I didn’t allow myself this unnecessary luxury. 

I think that from this point things started correcting and I regained some hope. You know, grabbed myself by my own bootstraps and held on damn tight until I had a sense of balance again and could take tentative strides towards recovery.

Needless to say I searched for and found what I hoped was the right track for me to travel on. I worked hard, I studied, I experimented, I went overboard finding the people and protocols that I was going to take on board to arrive at this place 2 years down the track in November 2022. Now cancer free. Healthy. Full of hope. Tenacious. Optimistic.

What a journey it has been. I’m pretty damn proud of my self discipline. I turned what could have been a death sentence into a really positive experience. I learned to love life. I learned acceptance. I embraced gratitude. I embraced my own existence. I created life.

I came out the other end of this journey stronger and wiser, happier and more content, full of hope. In love with life. Grateful to be aware and conscious of myself and my relationship to my body and my environment. Happy to look at myself in a mirror and say hello. Life is great, life is a miracle not to be squandered. A healthy body is something worth working toward. Spending effort, time and money to create and maintain.

I turned adversity into something positive and I’m proud of myself.

Tuesday November 15, 2022

It’s 7.40 and I’ve just got back from an hour walk up and down the Tjampuan Ridge. God it was good. I walked up pretty fast first listening to guitar music and then talking to Joe Llatse in Barcelona and then Jude in Walkerville. When I got to the top I turned around and ran most of the way. Oh what a feeling! The beauty of this is that my goal is to get back into a bit of running. At one point I checked my heart rate and it was up at 143 which is pretty high for me. I must say that I feel invigorated now that I am back.

We are just about to head out to Saba to do a 90 minute session of HBOT at 9am, then we are going to head to Sanur for a walk, swim and lunch. What a great fucking life.

We’ve got to leave in 15 minutes. The beauty of bali is that you just call a Gojek (like an Uber) and it’s there in a few minutes. $17 to get to Saba which is around 45 minutes away. Heavenly paradise.

It’s so good to be back at our home base in Penestanan. Uluwatu and Nusa Dua were fantastic diversions but I feel at home here. Rosie appeared at our front gate at the exact moment that we arrived back.

Wednesday November 16, 2022

Thursday November 17, 2022

We have a new protocol in the mornings which seems to be working. I get up around 6 am and get ready to walk up the Tjampuan Ridge. I leave between 6 and 6.30 am but will aim for 6 in the future. The walk is around 9000 steps and takes one hour. I walk fast and do a bit of running/jogging on the way up and then go right up to the Keliki turnoff. I’ve been running down, not all the way but maybe 50%. What a breakthrough that is, running again after years of not. Overall I’m getting stronger and fitter all of the time. The quadricep muscles in the front of my legs above the knees started hurting after the first couple of runs but it felt good, feels good!

Yesterday was a huge exercise day. I ended up doing 25,000 steps and a 45 minute workout at the Parq Gym then about 45 minutes of sauna. Yes, we joined the gym at Parq yesterday. Signed up for one month. I thought it was going to cost 1.5 million IDR which was based on a price list that I got earlier in the year but alas, the price had gone up to 2.7 million each plus tax but on a more positive note they have just installed new gym equipment which is amazing plus they’ve got their cold plunge working although it is only 12-13 degrees which isn’t freezing but it works for me. The saunas are huge and clean and there are 2 of them, one set at 65 defers and the other at 75 and above. Even though I was quite enamoured with the exoticism and proximity of the spa at Tjampuan overall the Parq facilities are superior . Overall the price might even pan out to be the same. For example, if we had 4 sessions at Tjampuan a week for a month that would cost $480, for $560 we can use Parq everyday between 7am and 10pm and this includes the gym. Looking at this from this perspective makes it very attractive.

This trip to Bali has become everything that I hoped for. We are sleeping well, exercising lots, having the occasional massage, doing hyperbaric oxygen therapy, having saunas and cold plunges, eating well. We are meeting new people and cementing some of the relationships that we have already begun and I am doing a bit of music. The funny thing is that the days are flying by but the stress levels are down and everything is going super smooth. We are using gojeks to get around which makes transport so easy and economical. It’s everything that I wanted Bali to be.

The 2nd anniversary of my cancer diagnosis is fast approaching. That fateful day happened 2 years Aho on November 24th. I’m not kidding myself that this was the beginning of the actual cancer, this was already there. My poor mitochondria had already been damaged due to something that I was doing wrong in managing my lifestyle.  I’ll probably never know what laid at the bottom of the damage but I can certainly guess.

Friday November 18, 2022

I looked out of the window of the beautiful state of the art gym at Parq in Ubud and followed the footsteps of several Balinese ladies who were working on a new construction project. They were dressed in basic Balinese working clothes, nondescript baggy pants and jacket, a floppy hat, a scarf to keep the midday sun of their necks on their heads they carried heavy bricks perched on a square of wood. Backwards and forwards in the noon sun, up and down steps, working g their muscles and toiling for a few rupiah a day but at the same time chatting to each other, smiling, laughing, possibly nattering about absent friends. This is their job, they do it 6 days a week, 8 hours a day and probably get up predawn to prepare the daily meals for their families and clean their houses. On the other side of the moon, on the other side of the glass that separated the 2 groups were us. The “wealthy” bules (Bule (Indonesian: [ˈbule]) is an Indonesian word for foreigners and/or non-Indonesian national, specifically people of European descent (‘white’, ‘Caucasian’) dressed our expensive gym wear, glamorous, hardly sweating, using the latest Matrix gym equipment flown in to Indonesia to make life easier for those who could afford a membership at this state of the art gymnasium. Both groups were getting exercise one by choice and paying for it, the other through need and getting paid for their toil albeit a pittance. The dichotomy was almost funny but at the same time tragic. I think I may have been the only person in the gym who noticed these 2 worlds being acted out in plain site. The inequity that exists on our planet is huge. We all accept our station in life eventually. Some of us may notice the gap that exists but most probably not. How many wealthy tourists setting out on their early morning walk in Bali and passing a cleaning lady or worker in the street will even think to acknowledge her or give her a tiny smile. That’s life isn’t it. The luck of the drawer. Now there are 8 billion of us members of the human species breathing the precious oxygen that sustains our lives. Some of us get it through clean air while others breath in copious amounts of pollution to get their life support. That’s just the way it is.

Me

I’m very happy. Our current trip to Bali is going very, very well. I’m doing well. No real stresses, no real worries, no pressing problems. I’m feeling healthy, fit and strong. I’m getting low on money but have a certain optimism that all will be well and that I will be able to continue on with a certain level of comfort and well being. We’ve paid for the gym, we’ve paid for our air fares, all we need to do is walk a lot and catch the occasional Gojek ( Indonesia’s version of Uber) which costs so little that it is inconsequential.

This trip has turned into a health extravaganza. Walking up to 25,000 steps each day, going to the gym regularly, having saunas and cold plunges, indulging in 90 minutes of HBOT (Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy) each week, having massages,  meeting new people and having adequate social experiences, writing, playing music, getting along great with Georgie, creating our villa through maintenance and small changes, sleeping around 8 hours every night and rising early, eating well albeit not keto which is a huge change for me, a celebration in some ways to mark the second anniversary of my cancer diagnosis which I turned into a positive experience and in many ways got so much out of. I’m cancer free for now and plan to stay that way. This might sound weird but because of cancer I gained the ability to be in control of my body and to exert self discipline into my lifestyle.

Saturday November 19, 2022

Man in hat

There are a couple of areas that I want to look at this morning. The first one being “ME”. Such a simple word with such a profound meaning. When I worried about the mystery of death I always tended to worry about losing “me”. That meant my memories, my consciousness of self, my awareness of my individuality. The fear I had was not being aware that I am aware. Not existing. Never making a grand entrance again. Having no way back. Being completely written out of history. No reprieve. Through my own experience I have no reservations that my body will cease to exist in it’s present form. That’s how the physical universe has to work. There’s no kidding myself that my body is any more than a treasured possession. Something happened this morning bin regard to my understanding of all of this and “me” took on more dimension, more depth, more simplicity. I don’t have the words for this new awareness yet but it’s getting closer.

The other thing that I’ve been looking at is music. It’s such an important part of my life. Lately I’ve been listening to as lot more music and also more diversity. I use it for inspiration, I use it to push me when I walk and exercise, I use it for pleasure, I use it as a background to my daily life. I’ve never been asked to put my understanding of music into words, form, scales, syncopation, time patterns, beats, chords. I never learned formally so what I know is based on my own experience and understanding or lack of! A couple of days ago my son Finn asked me to help him with music. I wondered to myself ”Where do I start?” That’s always my problem. I work shit out but when it comes to teaching others I don’t have the words to explain. As I walked up the Tjampuan Ridge this morning I realized that time and basic mathematics are an important part of understanding music. There is a grid that has a series of numbers with a precise amount of time between them, a bit like a heart beat although I recently discovered that there is such a thing as heart rate variability. The more variability that exists the stronger the heart is. It’s all to do with the nervous system but I won’t go into that here. In music there is 3/4, 4/4, 6/8, 7/8 simple mathematics. The thing is the be able to be aware of the time signature. Most rock music is 4/4, waltz is 3/4 etc. When I walk to music I sometimes find myself counting. As simple as it sounds one needs to know where the “One” is located as it is the building block. Sometimes there can be an emphasis on the “One” but maybe it’s the “Two” and so on. I’m sure that there is a logical way to talk about this but I don’t know it. Then there is playing behind the beat and in front of the beat, this gives a whole different feel to the music … makes it laid back or like you are anticipating something, changes the whole mood. The beat is still there as a foundation but now you are playing music going outside of the grid. Then there is syncopation. Latin music is a fabulous example of how this works and the energy it creates. Here is a definition of syncopation …. 

In music, syncopation is a variety of rhythms played together to make a piece of music, making part or all of a tune or piece of music off-beat. More simply, syncopation is “a disturbance or interruption of the regular flow of rhythm”: a “placement of rhythmic stresses or accents where they wouldn’t normally occur”

Another way of looking at syncopation is if you were walking on the grid at 120 BPM and every now and again you did a little dance and then returned to the 1,2,3,4.

I’m excited to get back home and set up a music area to work with Finn and start creating some music together.

So far Today

I got up at 5.45 am and pottered around for 30 mins. Then I set off on my walk up the Tjampuan Ridge which took just over an hour. I so love this walk. It has everything. Diversity, beauty, a bit of challenge. I almost always build up a sweat now. I’m also experimenting with doing a bit of running, mainly on the way down which is working out really well. I got cat before 7.30am but Georgie didn’t feel great this morning after 3 big days of walking and gym work plus sauna and cold plunge. She suggested going to the gym in the afternoon today so we’ve just hung out at the villa not doing much at all. I went to Bintang to get some money for Komang, our new maintenance man who by the way is amazing and is doing a spectacular job. He’s going to buy a ladder so he can get higher jobs done. Yes, we will need to buy tools and equipment but having a savvy maintenance guy is invaluable in Bali, there are so many things to do. In the first 3 days he has performed miracles.

I had my first massage in a week yesterday, just a light Balinese massage with Wayan. It was fabulous.

We have been invited to a wedding on Monday, our massage lady Eka’s brother in law is getting married and we have also received an invitation to Nusantara Restaurant in Ubud on Tuesday night from Michael and Jeffrey our Penestanan neighbours. I’m quite looking forward to that one. They are our “cultural” friends so to speak, both have been involved in writing, teaching, hotel management and the arts for their professional careers. I’m after some advice on my writing and some guidelines on the book that I would love to write.

It’s 1.30 pm and I feel like I’ve been up for a long, long time. I have really but it’s only the middle of the day and we have a big session at the gym and sauna later this afternoon.

Sunday November 20, 2022

Man in hat

Irony is getting a notification that you have had a win in Tattslotto only to find that the win is less than what you outlayed.

I’ve just returned to the villa after my morning walk up the Tjampuan Ridge. It is a truly beautiful morning, sun shining, insects chirping, dogs barking and roosters crowing with some very pleasant classical music and a coffee pot bubbling in the background.

Komang is doing a magnificent job doing maintenance on and around the villa. I’m so happy that we found him. We are lucky to have such a talented staff member working at the Villa. I’m hoping that we can have a long time and productive relationship.

This morning after our coffee and Georgie’s swim we are heading off on another walk (for me) to ParQ to do our daily workout and sauna and cold plunge. It’s currently 7.54 and I’ve been awake since 5.30 am.

I spoke to both “A” and Finn yesterday. Good deep and meaningful conversations that make it good to be a father. I’m so lucky that both my kids have such trust in me to be open and honest about their thoughts and feelings. I want to be there for both of them, to embrace them when they need it or to comfort them or just be a good listener when we are not physically together.

I’m planning to touch base with a woman named Diana darling later today. It would be nice to have her around, she is a long term Bali resident and as far as I know has been here since the 70s. She got in touch with me via Facebook last night in response to a post that I did about our Gym at ParQ. We’ve been meeting lots of people from all around the world in the sauna. Russia, Bellarus, Reunion, Australia, the US. Most of the discussions are transient but every now and again we meet someone who has friend potential. No man is an island and from my viewpoint and perspective we all need visitors, figuratively speaking. For example, I don’t believe that I’ve ever met anybody from Reunion until yesterday or Belarus for that matter.

On my walk this morning I have been listening to Lex Friedman talking to Joe Rogan. I’d really love to be interviewed and I would also love to interview some of my friends. I’m OK at shooting the breeze and as l said I’d love to listen back to what comes out of my mouth when asked certain personal questions.

I think I’ve come across a good name for my  book “The Art of Growing Old Gracefully”.

Finally I came across a wonderful definition of gratitude in my emails this morning from a poet named David Whyte. 

Gratitude is more than saying “thank you” when someone gives us something. It “arises from paying attention – from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without and besides”. Gratitude, ultimately, stems from recognising “that we are miraculously part of something rather than nothing”. We need not always seek out things to be grateful for – we can, instead, discover a “deep, a priori state of thankfulness for “the underlying gift of life and incarnation.”

Now it’s night again. An hour before bed. I’ve just come back from having a massage. Georgie had dinner at Alchemy about 2 hours ago, turmeric laksa. So we are set up for the night and before I know it it will be 5.30 am again. We did the big walk to ParQ this morning and had our coffee before hitting the gym. I wasn’t all that overly enthusiastic today but I did a half decent baby workout. Georgie met 2 personal trainers who gave her advice. One from Miami and the other from St Petersburg. I went down to the sauna before Georgie and spent about 30 minutes in the 75 degree one, probably over an hour over 3 sessions and 3 cold plunges. I’ve really got to buy a pair of wet area shoes that I can leave at ParQ so I can put them on when I’m there due to the horrible slippery floor. I went for a spin yesterday and need up with a bruised left foot. We ended up eating lunch at Muse. I am really addicted to their food. I swear, I’ve never had Indian food that tastes so good. Beautiful, perfect taste, perfect texture, a bit rich but fuck it, I’ve spent 2 years being so damn self disciplined I deserve a bit of a respite. The amount of exercise I am doing is surely going to counteract any over indulgence, not that I’m going overboard. We caught a Gojek back to the villa and here we are. The sun has gone down and we are winding down for the night.

Monday November 21, 2022

I’ve been thinking everyday that there is something special happening in November apart from Georgie’s birthday. This morning it struck me like Thor’s hammer that what I was attempting to conjure up was my Dad’s birthday. How fickle am I to forget. It’s only been 6 years since he took his final breath and I’m already forsaking his memory. Just goes to show how a whole lifetime can be forgotten and cast to the wind. In reality the only 3 people on the planet who really might remember are me and my sisters, maybe a niece, nephew or two. People have more important things to remember than a lost life especially if the person lived a quiet life where there was not a great deal of impact outside the family. Memories are such powerful markers. They are what tie us to our past, a lifeline to what has come before now, a reminder that we have existed and experienced life. Possibly left some sort of positive impact on the world and the people we knew.

That’s enough of that for now. We are all special to ourselves and our families past and present are important to us. Happy Birthday for earlier this month George Henson Collier.

Back to the reality of day to day life. I got up late this morning. Slept in. Made a decision not to start my day with a walk up the Tjampuan Ridge at 6.15 am. My poor old body was tired and needed some rest and recuperation. Now that I’m up I feel great. I had a shower to get the cobwebs off and now I’m sitting in my new space on the bale outside the big bedroom which I set up last night. It’s interesting how I love creating spaces. A new place to come, a different geographical location, a new create. This one feels like mine and I know I’m going to enjoy writing here. It’s going to be my “office” the place where I can work, write and just sit when I want to.

The only plans we have for today are a) going to the gym and sauna and b) attending Eka’s brother in laws wedding. Purnami has prepared some traditional Balinese clothes for us to get dressed up in, Balinese glad rags. I got dolled up in 2019 for galungan but I was still bloated and overweight so I looked like I was in fancy dress. The other time I did this was also in Penestanan back in 1997 when Georgie and I attended the wedding of Ketut Karta. I’m looking forward to us being photographed in our rigs today a quarter of a century down the track.

Yesterday when I was walking down to Eka’s massage shop I ran into Michael, the new owner of Penestanan’s latest restaurant. Michael is a Russian from St Petersburg, the restaurant is going to be French/Italian and possibly will add a new dimension to our neighbourhood. His chef is also from St Petersburg. The plan is to open in December. Good for our villa and great for our guests.

Talking about guests, our bookings have dried up. Have we made the villa too expensive? I have offered a 23% discount over the next 10 days or so which brings the price down significantly. Maybe it’s just circumstance, maybe there are more couples travelling at this time of the year and the larger groups and families only travel in the holiday months or high season as they call it. Were we mad to knock back the month long booking over January, probably but you live and learn. What we do need to do is to put the villa on new platforms, we also need to find a social media manager, someone to do some digital marketing for us. It’;s not my idea of a good time and even though it sounds attractive I don’t think Georgie will do it either.

We’ve been in Bali for over 2 weeks now. 16 days to be precise, we have 22 days left. 22 days to enjoy this tropical paradise and all it has to offer. 22 days to have ideas for the villa, 22 days to go to the gym, sauna, HBOT etc and generally have a great time. Then we’ll be back in Melbourne for Christmas and January before we return to Bali in February 2023. The year I turn 71. I’ve got a lot of ma=intenance work to do on a continuing basis to stay healthy and keep my cells doing what they are meant to do.

7 pm

We are back at our Villa now. This morning we trekked to the gym which takes around one hour. We have a coffee when we  get there to get ourselves back into shape to hit the machines. Today worked out pretty well for both of us. After the gym we go down to the sauna area where the hot sauna id 75 degrees and then into the cold plunge which is 12-13 degrees. Honestly, by the time I’ve done an hour or so of sauna, cold plunge and a nice long shower after it all I feel great. The trick then is to top up on electrolytes to replace what we’ve lost on our walk, workout and sweating.

When we got back to the villa it was after 2pm. We had a meeting with a guy from a “Blind business” who was here to give us a quote on some new blinds for the bales and bathroom. The rain in Bali is uncompromising so the idea is to put up blinds to protect us when it pours down. We are also getting a quote for some outdoor cushions. The villa is looking great although we have pretty much dried up on bookings. Oh well, we don’t really want to move out unless we can make a big profit.

After this Purnami helped us dress for the wedding. We felt like a prince and princess. Also both of us looked a hell of a lot better than we did when we last got dolled up in Balinese regalia back in August 2019. The wedding was a quiet affair but I suppose that’s how it goes for a Balinese wedding these days. We were the only buses in attendance and we both felt quite honoured to be there in the family compound helping the bride and groom celebrate their wedding day.

We left at about 6 pm and here we are back in our villa having a pre bedtime relax.

Another lovely day in Bali.

Tuesday November 22, 2022

Wednesday November 23, 2022

I hate confrontation. I live in a fantasy world where I want to be the prime creator and where everybody is willing to at least listen to each other’s viewpoints without the potential of somebody crushing somebody else’s reality. There are so many intricacies involved in a persons point of view and when the ball stops rolling there is never a finite right or wrong. We all have our filters that we view “facts” through but wouldn’t it be nice if we were just able to listen closely to what somebody else was saying to us without a preconceived answer. I’m trying harder and harder to keep an open mind, there are so many subjects that I know so little about but yet still have opinions on. If somebody presents an argument to me I strive to be willing to listen, to hear them out. Maybe there are nuances that will help me see the situation at hand more clearly.

Yesterday was a lesson in itself. Lots of strong minded people with strong minded viewpoints. How does one learn to art of listening and diplomacy without compromising their own integrity. Maybe that’s why some people use more force than others, this can even shut down any further discussion.

We all have the freedom to base our lives, beliefs and actions on what we hold to be true and just, what works best for us and the people around us (from our own viewpoints). I’m open to being presented a new argument and I will also be willing to let new viewpoints infiltrate my own reality if they seem more workable than mine. Having said all of that it is so easy for a well thought out viewpoint presented by somebody who seems to know what they are talking about.

For me, I have to stick to anecdotal experience. If something works for me then that is my criteria. What works for me may not work for somebody else. Or it might if they apply it as I did but the chances are that they will do it their way and then say that it doesn’t work. Fuck, we are a complex mob us humans.

What I take out of this is to remain open to new data, if it seems attractive then it’s up to me to do some more research and try it out if possible to see what the results are. I’ve also got to remain very aware that what works for me may not work for somebody else and vice versa.

It all sort of boils down to evolution. The animal kingdom seems to adhere to a strict set of evolutionary rules whereas us humans are more fickle and keep changing our minds about what is workable or not. Like kids in a lolly shop.

Afternoon

Oh what a day it’s been. It’s just past 5 pm and the rain is tumbling out of the sky. I left Gary and Rosie’s house at about 4 pm and raced the storm back to our villa. It took 18 minutes to get back, possibly faster than I’ve ever done it. Just as I arrived home the sky opened up. 

We started the day at the gym, actually we started the day walking the 8000 steps to the gym which takes an hour. We probably got there at around 9 am and did our coffee ritual until 9.45. Due to an lunchtime appointment I spent one hour doing the cross trainer and then weights. I got into the sauna at 10.45 and did alternative hot and cold until 11.45. I hate to say it but I have to admit that I am addicted to the new morning ritual. Most mornings I get up at 5.45 and set out on my walk up and down the Tjampuan Ridge. This takes between 65 and 85 minutes depending on how I push myself and how fast I walk or run. I arrive back at the villa at around 7.30 and get Georgie out of bed. Depending on what’s happening and who is coming we either hang out at the villa or get ready to walk to ParQ. I quite like getting there earlier so we are back in the normal world by lunchtime but this doesn’t happen each day. One off the interesting things about doing this routine is the lack of hunger. Some days we can go until 4 pm to eat, whichever way you look at it the first mouthful of food is seriously delicious and worth waiting for. I have been eating carbs during this trip. The first time back to Bali earlier in the year I was in serious ketosis to the degree of getting a rash brought on by the heat and high level of ketosis. The trip in August was a bit more lax and I ate the occasional meal with carbs, this time I’m going a wee bit overboard for my usual protocol. Most people would possibly say what I am eating is low carb but for me it’s totally over the top. My secret is that I’m loving the freedom to eat such a diverse range of food. I haven’t even been checking my blood glucose. I broke my fast at about 3pm today, unfortunately with a sweet Balinese treat prepared by Jero. We are about to go out for an early dinner right now.

One of the most significant events of today has to do with friendship. When we came to Bali in August we met and made friends with an Australian couple. We were both so excited because we seemed to have so much in common and got along great. Over the past 4 months we have become quite close and I have been playing music with the guy in the partnership. We also developed quite an intimate friendship based on what seemed to be significant quantities of affinity, reality and communication. Now four months down the track cracks have started to appear in the friendship. Not so much on a social level, or a couples level but on the more deep and meaningful friendship that appeared to be growing rapidly. This person has a propensity to cause you to put your attention on yourself, maybe to wonder about yourself from time to time, to put your attention on your weaknesses. Searing questions like “And what does that mean to you?” Not really a great example but after a lifetime of looking inward and trying to solve my own and other peoples problems I have realized that life is essentially simple and wondrous, even magical. For me this magic is in the acceptance of the simplicity of life and your own interactions with other people and your environment. I have a philosophy that is based on attempting to make people feel better after interacting with me. If they can leave our “shared experience” feeling even a bit better than when we began then I feel that I have accomplished something worthwhile. I don’t want to introvert them, I want their attention to reach out and their space to increase.

I’m even doubting myself now as I write this. Doubting whether I am really being perceptive enough to get this personality right. Trying to find excuses for some of his perceived behaviour. The simple truth is that I have been getting angrier and more stressful about certain interactions over the past week. Red flags have been appearing on the horizon. A bit like how I feel about my dentist and one of the prominent Thai artists, both who I know are in a social emotional tone of covert hostility. It’s always my fault, they always somehow manage to introvert me. To put my attention on myself and even to start doubting myself.

I had a long discussion with this person today and he unfortunately reacted as I predicted. This was sad. I don’t really think that our friendship will recover from this interaction. I have to be able to trust my close friends. I have to trust their intentions and know wholeheartedly that they have my best interests at heart. Sure, I feel a certain amount of loss but my urge to survive and preserve my integrity is stronger than this feeling.

The chapter below sort of sums it up.

Mark Shreffler -The Emotion Road

Covert Hostility

This emotion is the Chameleon of Disaster.  Covert Hostility is a dangerous emotion. It’s also the hardest one  to identify because, by its very nature, it’s hiding its actual  intentions.  It’s called “covert” hostility because it’s an emotion that operates  out of sight. The actual intention here is to control others without  their knowledge.  This person tells you, with slight concern, “Wow, it looks like  you’ve been eating well lately!” The intention of this  communication, of course, is to introvert you – to put your  attention on yourself, or on something about yourself you don’t  feel good about.  And that’s exactly what happens if you don’t spot this angry chameleon. You feel badly.

These people can be very charming, but this is a complete “false  front.” They can be quite flirtatious and use their wiles to suborn  the affection or attention of others.  Promiscuity is common at this level – whether by jumping from  one sexual partner to the next or from one job to the next. There  is no loyalty here. They will leave a relationship or a job with  complete disregard for those they leave behind.  Once they have your attention and affections, they can move up  the scale to anger and accuse you of things for which you are  completely puzzled. In fact, these people easily accuse you of  things for which they, themselves, are guilty.  These people will seek out high-emotion people and set out to  “bring them down to size.” High emotion people frequently fail to  identify this assault because they cannot imagine, themselves,  someone who is so devious.  People at this position on the scale, between anger and fear, are  angry at their targets but afraid of what the targets will do if they  find out – so those in covert hostility smile with knives behind their  backs, ready to strike the moment their targets’ backs are turned.  Unlike the obvious anger case, this one is truly deadly because  your bones are dry and sun-bleached before you have any idea  this person was working behind the scenes for your demise.  Covertly hostile people are quite insecure. They fear direct  confrontations that might reveal their actual intentions. They  relay malicious rumors, and make others appear the fool for the  purpose of a laugh. “Practical jokes” that embarrass others are  their level of operation. They can be heard to make snide remarks  to someone and then laugh and say, “I’m just kidding.” But the damage is done.

Worse than the man in the higher emotion of “No Sympathy” who  is content to see you suffer, this bird cares nothing for your  suffering. In fact, he wants to cause it. He has, at this point, given  up the notion of winning a game and works for a substitute to this  game – which is to undermine the games of others so he can  appear more superior.  Keeping up a social facade is crucial to this person. He can be very  well-groomed as part of the charade.  At a seminar in Seattle, Washington I asked the group of  physicians to introduce themselves to three other people in the  room. They set about this task while I observed their expansion up  the emotional scale.  My attention was attracted to one of these doctors who was a  textbook picture of covert hostility.  He was immaculately dressed in a blazer and bow tie, his hair  combed perfectly and he had a face that was chiseled from a  Marlboro commercial. He had the “I’m-a-wonderful-and-caringperson” look on his face as he gently and condescendingly shook  the hand of one of his fellow doctors with his best double-hand  handshake. And shook it, and shook it, and shook it.  Meanwhile, the victim of this bow-tied dandy was trying not to  offend or be impolite, but “Can I please have my hand back?” was  written all over his face as he became more and more introverted.  He was very uncomfortable.  Dr. Bow Tie just kept shaking his hand and “looking him in the  eye,” reveling in his domination of this colleague.  The victim of this rude invasion was finally so introverted he  thought he must be doing something wrong! No, his only error was in not identifying Mr. Bow Tie’s real intentions. 

Aunt Helen asks you, her voice full of concern, “How are you  doing, dear?”  You say, “I’m doing great, auntie!”  She says, brows furrowed this time, “Are you sure?” implying that  everything isn’t great.  Her intention, of course, is to place herself as the authority over  your life. She wants to be seen as the Source of Happiness for  those around her, even as she blunts their dreams.  Have you ever started a conversation with someone feeling very  extroverted and come out thinking “Gee, I didn’t think I was that  bald!” But the subject of baldness never came up! It was just the  way this person kept looking at your hair-line. You felt your ticket  had been stamped “in-valid,” but couldn’t quite put your finger on  why. That’s covert hostility for you: very hard to spot.  A well-known American television newsman was quoted at a  Newscaster’s convention, “Sincerity is absolutely the most  important thing. When you can fake that, you’ve got it made.”  This is covert hostility.  Some years ago, I had a client whose productivity in his dental  practice had taken a turn for the worse. The staff had become  mutinous.  An evaluation revealed the receptionist was referring new  patients to her boyfriend who had been recently fired from this  office, and had opened his doors down the street. She was also  copying files and taking them home to create the “new prospects”  for her boyfriend’s practice. She had two months of rent checks for the practise unmailed in her drawer.

After she was terminated the staff were greatly relieved. The  source of the mutiny was a rumor campaign created and pushed  by, guess who? The receptionist.  People operating in covert hostility know what they’re doing. It’s  no accident.  The nature of this emotion is Conspiracy.  Covert hostility operates to undermine and weaken others with  “friendly” comments. He ruins reputations, businesses, marriages  and cultures – all while appearing to have the best intentions.  This person sees the strength of others as something to be feared,  and goes about, in his secretive way, to undermine this strength  and thus, by his twisted way of thinking, improve his own  position.  The generality is in constant use by these people to make their  own viewpoint appear to be generally agreed with. “What the  American People want is…” “All Muslims are….” “Everybody  knows that….” “You must be a Patriot!”  Generalities are always upsetting because their lack of specificity  doesn’t allow problems to be solved. Global Warming and The  Terrorist Threat are perfect examples of this.  When confronted with their questionable acts, people fixed in  covert hostility will make a great show of being offended. When  this fails they will perform brilliantly the emotions lower on the  scale – particularly grief and then sympathy – looking for pity.  They are masters of the lower emotions, and use them expertly to  manipulate others.  A sound and practiced knowledge of this information will prove an  effective prophylactic against the spiritual assault of this emotional band.

Shreffler, Mark. The Emotion Road: A Handbook for Helping (The Road Series 1) (p. 60-64). Kindle Edition. 

Thursday November 24, 2022

A night of lucid dreams and leg cramps. That is what I have just awoken from … oh, and pissing. I’ve not only got a salt deficiency but a new friend scarcity as well after yesterdays “confrontation”. I’ve still got attention stuck what is happening. The rightness and wrongness, the urge toward self preservation. Am I being a drama queen? Is this so called crisis really just a figment of my imagination? Am I being hypercritical and making a mountain out of a molehill?

Time will tell.

The next chapter of this saga will be all about how to move forward from the current hump.

We are now in Seminyak, it’s 10am. We left Ubud with Made at 6.30 as planned and arrived at immigration at 7.30. We got through the queues by 8.30, got our photo taken plus fingerprints and did all the necessary actions to proceed with our visa extensions. Now that’s done and we are sitting at a cafe/furnishing shop in Seminyak called Kim Soo having a black coffee and feeling envious of the other customers who are gutsing  their faces with food that looks even more delicious than it normally would because we are coming to the end of our fast, we’ll not quite, that’s in about 3 hours so suck it in and appreciate the fact that we don’t have fat bellies.

There is no plan. We have chosen to caste our fate to the sea breeze and just take it as it comes. Who knows how the day will end up. 

Made was very talkative this morning, he has started charging us gojek prices which makes everything a lot easier.

We’ve walked along the hot nasty footpaths of Seminyak and Kerobokan for a couple of hours, frustrated and hot but Georgie bought herself a new pair of bathers which look fabulous on her. We can burn her old blue ones which are 3 sizes too large. These bathers make all the work she has been doing at the gym worthwhile. We’ve gravitated to a very hipster bakery come restaurant called Livingstone which we visited 3 years ago just after we signed our lease, before the lockdowns and the heart wrenching years of Covid. I’ve ordered a stuffed zucchini even though I was tempted to cheat on myself with a big crunchy bread roll or something equally as forbidden. Monogamy to low carb living has to be my path It looks like the afternoon Bali rain will strike soon, the clouds are moving in and I’m expecting to hear thunder any minute. Maybe we’ll be stuck here for a while but that won’t matter because it’s a pretty decent place to wile away an hour or so. What this morning has done so far is that it has re-inforced my appreciation of Penestanan.

We still haven’t had much luck finding any homewares, furniture or Nik naks for our villa but the food might make up for that.

It’s now about 40 minutes later and I am satiated. My food was plain but healthy and tasty. It is pissing rain outside now like I predicted and we are entrenched in our loud but dry and cosy cafe.

Today has a special significance in my life. Two years ago  on November 24, 2020 I received my cancer diagnosis. My world was turned upside down but somehow I got it up the right way again and turned it into a positive experience. I’m now cancer free after working my butt off and exercising a huge amount of self discipline. I feel pretty optimistic that I’ve beaten the beast but I will continue to be diligent and on guard while enjoying my life to the utmost and having a huge amount of gratitude for every breath that I take.

The sky is grey and the rain is still squeezing through the clouds albeit like an old man trying to piss. The roads are full of pre-dinner traffic that clogs the roads going north like a clogged artery in an unhealthy human. Traffic jams are to be expected in Bali, there’s no way that the infrastructure can really be changed. The roads mainly run south to north or visa versa like the rivers.

We are on our way home to Penestanan. Our home away from home. We will be back in time for dinner and a massage, the order will depend on the time when we arrive. 

I’m not unhappy about our day. We did best the world on fire but that’s no the plan In our lives anymore.

Finn has expressed a strong interest in spending time in Bali with us. That’s a new origination as far as he is concerned. All we have to do now is to workout how he can get into Bali while still unvaccinated. Where the is a Will there is a way.

Friday November 25, 2022

I’ve just returned from my walk up the Tjampuan Ridge. Apart from a bridal party there weren’t all that many people trekking up this morning although when I was coming back down the hordes were arriving.

I am ruminating. I flit from one thought to the other. It’s a mixture of looking down at what could be a treacherous pathway, general ideas and torturous head fuck. I really do prefer having my attention out on the big wide world, there is far more to appreciate out there instead of playing through different mental scenarios in my head like a young girl playing in a fantasy of Barbie dolls.

The most constructive thought I had was to somehow work out a feasible way of bring Komang to Australia for a month to do some work at home. He’s so bloody good and maybe if we can work out an equitable deal he could come and do a heap of work around our house.

Kevin, the GM of the Conrad contacted me late yesterday about one of his team who has a metastasised cancer which is looking pretty bad. I’d really love to help but at the same time I can’t be jumping in like a bull at a gate trying to save the world by transferring my thoughts and knowledge magically through osmosis which is my normal procedure. I was quite restrained and suggested that he take a look at my website as I have a whole section on my own personal experience with cancer. Ironically yesterday was my second anniversary of getting diagnosed with cancer and I had 2 reaches for help.

We’ve got 18 days left in Bali so we are past the half way mark. Now it’s a matter of making the most of every day.

4 pm

Friendships are a big commitment. My closest friends have been there with me for decades, they fit like a wonderfully comfortable pair of familiar and much loved shoes. Sometimes they give me blisters but that’s OK, I love them so much it doesn’t matter.

New friends are like new romances. Always great at the beginning when all “parties” are on our best behaviour, working hard to impress each other and going out of our way to be inquisitive and loveable by asking all the right questions. I’m sounding cynical!

If you are on the lookout for new friends there are always certain criteria that you are looking for. Do you have interesting stuff in common? Does the person lean left or right, liberal or conservative? Do you have any passions in common whether it be music or other creative pursuits and what about the philosophical bent, that’s pretty important. Do they ask questions about you and your life, do they satisfactorily and honestly answer the questions that you ask them? Are there any mutually beneficial abilities that you have? Are you on a similar intellectual level? Are there subjects that you can discuss easily and even do a lucky dip on without fear of being rejected or humiliated? Do you have certain agreements on lifestyle and health?

Usually after the first three or so get togethers the answers to these questions are pretty well obvious and established, the waters are tested. Like I said, it’s sort of like falling in love in a relationship minus the sex. 

At this stage there is a certain willingness to tolerate new idiosyncrasies that appear, adds a bit of challenge and excitement. Additionally you start to explore each others viewpoints a bit deeper, to open up your sense of humour or any other abilities or qualities that you have, to become a touch more vulnerable, to put a toe in the water in regard to more left of centre viewpoints, political correctness and other sensibilities. There is a lot of trust involved.

At this point you also work out things like how much time you can spend together without driving each other crazy, you start cooking for each other and even asking advice about aspects of life that might be a challenge for you. In some cases you may even influence each others viewpoints on certain subjects.

At this stage it feels like the train is well and truly on the rails and on the way to it’s destination. It seems like nothing could interrupt the journey.

And then out of the blue a huge crack appears in the tracks and the train derails! Maybe it’s not as extreme as that but sure, things can go wrong. That’s sad when it happens but everything can be fixed if you want it to be.

One of the main criteria I have in regard to friendships is whether a “friend” introverts me or “extroverts” me. By this I mean “pushes me inward” and makes me feel less positive about life and myself. We all get that nagging feeling at times that we aren’t up to scratch. Sure, we do it to ourselves or we allow it to happen. The thing is that some people knowingly or unknowingly do things that introvert you, make you feel like you have a big pimple in the middle of your forehead or that you have eaten too much cake. They can also make you feel intellectually inferior. You may say that only you can make yourself feel this way. This is true to a large extent but there are those that act as catalysts to help you slide down the hole of self doubt.

You might feel bad when you think bad thoughts about them and question their motives but none of us should invalidate these warning signs and feelings. They are red flags, always. A well intentioned person is always going to make you feel better about yourself. That’s simply the way the cookie crumbles.

Saturday November 26, 2022

I just arrived back from my morning walk. It’s 7.30 am. This mornings trek up the ridge was more arduous, the bounce in my step wasn’t there as it had been in the prior days. I’m feeling weary. I wonder if I am overdoing it? Turning the volume up to 11 may not always be the best way forward. Unfortunately that is how I approach things. I almost get FOMO. Just the thought of staying in bed a bit later one morning and forsaking the first walk is hard to digest. What a weird person I turned out to be.

It looks like today will be about the gym, lunch and then the opening at Tony Raka Gallery in Mas later this afternoon. I’ve not much to say this morning. Our electricity went off yesterday, the power company fixed it at 6.30 or so. Everything seems to be going pretty well and to plan.

I still have to work out the most diplomatic way of letting the guys know that I won’t be playing with them next Sunday. I’ll give myself a timeline of 24 hours from now to do that. I tried writing a treatise on friendship but to send that would be utterly insane. Another nice touch to yesterday was the fish curry at Muse after our workout, so bloody delicious. Also the massage and foot reflexology at 6 last night was perfect. I need more foot sessions while I am here as does Georgie.

Today has gone off the rails, not that we had so much planned anyway. Georgie suggested that we have a rest day and just do a sauna but as fate had it I decided to have a 60 minute foot massage and I got back at 12.30 then discovered that I had misplaced my wallet. Oh shit, I became consumed with finding it and started running around to all the places I had visited but to no avail. Then to make life even more complicated it started raining pretty heavily and all thoughts of going to ParQ went down the drain with the rain. We’ve got someone coming at 3p.m.

Sunday November 27, 2022

We needed up staying at home. I found my wallet, calmed down and we hopped into a car and drove to Tony Raka’s Gallery in Mas for the opening of his new exhibition spaces which by the way are extraordinary. He’s a very talented architect with an eye for design, beauty and balance. As usual I was inspired by someone else’s creativity and their presentation of what they consider to be aesthetically pleasing. I thrive on inspiration, it is like the rocket fuel that fires me up and gets me going again when I lose my way. We were lucky because part of the opening was a delicious meal of lumpish and a simple spicy chicken dish served in one of his new joglos. There weren’t all that many westerners in attendance but there were many well healed Indonesians. Tony is a charming man as are all of his family. I met his wife for the first time last night. I’m pretty certain that her name is Rani. We also met his daughter in law Tiwi who now helps him in the Gallery.

We left at around 7 – 7.30, I’m not certain. Time isn’t so important in Bali. I tend to naturally gravitate toward getting into bed between 8.30-9.00 pm and wake up around 5 – 5.30 am. When we returned in the evening after our social outing I pulled out my guitar and played very quietly for around 30 minutes. Purnami brought my guitar and amplifier back from Garys house on Thursday morning. Which brings me to the message that I need to send to Gary later today pulling the plug on next Sundays gig. My heart isn’t in it.

The only other aspect of my life that I need to address right now is how I can possibly help Finn. The first thing I need to do is to accept him 100% for who he is. He is his own creation. We have many viewpoints in common but also possibly have many diametrically opposed viewpoints. Our methods of communication and dealing with others are at different ends of the spectrum. The thing is that it doesn’t really matter what has happened in Finn’s life to lead him down his current path what I have to do is to take what I have, use whatever abilities and compassion that I do have and to expose him to other possibilities. There is absolutely no doubt that this is my responsibility. I have no option but to do whatever I can to be supportive and communicative toward him. I can do it. I need to do it and I want to do it.

So here’s the first draft of my message to Gary.

Hi Gary I have decided that I’ll pull out of next Sundays gig. I’m not feeling very inspired musically on this trip, I need to do some work on my playing which is something I always say to myself but very rarely do. You and Colin will do an amazing job together, the way I’m feeling about my playing at the moment I’ll be a bit like a fifth wheel. Having said that other aspects of this trip to Bali have been amazing. I’m feeling better about being here than I ever have before and slotting into activities and routines that I am enjoying immensely. No doubt I still have more to do to truly find my feet in this new culture but I’m enjoying every step of the journey. I hope that you and I can continue to create a friendship, I believe we both have a lot to offer each other. Hope to see you soon. Rosie mentioned to Georgie that you are going away this week. Gary

Monday November 28, 2022

Us humans make mountains out of molehills, we have an uncanny ability to make life far more complex than inherently is. My goal is to search out simplicity, a less convoluted approach to my life and my reactions to what is happening around me. I might be overly idealistic but deep down I’m a great fan of harmony. The past few days have really made an indelible impression on me. I’m not very good at confrontation and even worse when it does happen because I spend the next 24 hours consumed with trying to work out a strategy to undo the mess that I have created so I can return to a well balanced state with the world and the individuals in it. So the lesson is not to create conflict in the first place.

The trick is going to be a well considered application of what I cal my 2 rules for happy living.

  1. Be able to experience anything &
  2. Cause only those things that others can experience easily.

At the same time I cannot allow my own integrity to be alloyed so I have to be arduously conscious of my reactions, my motives and my intentions at all times.

Oh well, there’s a new challenge and a new project in my life to negotiate and to master.

Possibly what has happened over the past week or so is the universe throwing a test my way. I’m doing better than I have in the past at handling it although it has involved a lot of thought, strategising, ruminating plus a bit of self doubt thrown in.

The Day

Went for an 80 min walk on my own at 6 a.m and had a long talk to my daughter on the way. Arrived back just as Komang arrived. Among other things he has stretch and framed 8 70x70cm canvases that I bought across from Australia. We pottered around catching up on some work and left to walk to ParQ at around 9.30, the walk takes an hour. We give ourselves 30 minutes or more to have coffee when we arrive and then go to the gym and sauna. By the time we finished the skies opened up, it sounded like Jimi Hendrix playing “And The Gods Made Love”. So we were marooned at ParQ until 3.30 pm which wasn’t so bad, Georgie indulged in some carrot cake. Got back to Penestanan at about 4 to a flooded gang and a bit of leaking in the villa. That’s about it. We are heading off to Saba in the morning for another session of HBOT and then Canggu.

Tuesday November 29, 2022

13 days to go. Yep, we are past the half way mark! It’s OK because one of my new challenges in life is to make the most of life wherever I am. It just so happens that I seem to like Bali more than most other places.

Today is our HBOT day. We’ll set off soon and drive to Saba for another 90 minutes of oxygen after which what comes next is a bit of an unknown but I would like to visit the Museum Lukisan in the middle of Ubud and a few other places that we’ve been talking about.

Luckily I haven’t had too many expectations about what to do, what to see which is great because I haven’t disappointed myself and I also haven’t had any cases of FOMO.

Maybe we could fit in a Sunday brunch this week, a couple of art galleries, another trip to Tony Raka, some more time spent with Gary and Rosie and of course some design ideas for the gang and villa.

The challenge will be to be happy and healthy during our Melbourne summer, have a good Christmas and New Year and to have some urban and country adventures via the public transport system in Melbourne.

Money is still an issue. I haven’t come up with any plans or ideas to put into play. Having said that I still have the Bali Health Resort idea up my sleeve. I still think it could be a good idea to work on this.

Observations on Keto

Over the past few months I have pulled back a bit from my very stringent ketogenic diet. I made a decision to ease off when we are in Bali for practical reasons and also because I do enough exercise to compensate. It’s not like I’m gutsing my face or gobbling down unhealthy food, my diet is still relatively low carb and the calorie count isn’t all that high due to intermittent fasting. In Bali going to restaurants is somewhat of a social diversion and something to look forward to.

The thing is I have become very aware how easy it is to fall of the keto wagon when you are dealing with something so strict as the ketogenic diet. It’s easy to justify eating something that you know that you shouldn’t. The trick is to remain diligent and maybe cycle in and out of ketosis. One of my challenges is to change the cancer mindset. As of this moment I do not have cancer. I’ll be doing some tests in January which will hopefully re-assure me of this.

The other thing that I have noted is how easy it must be for people to truly believe that they are own a ketogenic diet when they aren’t. The discipline and understanding that is necessary is immense, monumental. There are so many things that you have to be willing to give up.

One thing I’m planning on doing is to teach Purnami how to prepare some delicious ketogenic meals. This will be easier said than done but is also crucial for the future. I’ve discovered the coconut shop just around the corner where they make coconut yoghurt and delicious coconut milk. The next thing is to teach myself how to make keto curries, chia seed puddings, chicken stock and other basics that will serve as a basis for our meals in Bali.

I now have a greater understanding of why a lot of people cannot get into ketosis or should I say the level of ketosis that is needed to handle severe physiological conditions like cancer, type 2 diabetes, damaged liver, metabolic syndrome etc. This is something that I need to consider carefully and maybe write about.

Wednesday November 30, 2022

I’ve got a towel draped over my back so the sweat doesn’t run down my skin onto the chair I’m sitting on to type. I have just returned from my morning walk and run up and down the Tjampuan Ridge trail in Ubud, Bali. I broke my own record this morning and did it from Villa exit to Villa entry in one hour and 5 minutes. My Oura ring tells me that it is 7.4 kms, this may or may not be the case. The point is that I did it and that I’m doing it almost every morning.

I recall back in the mid 90s when I was in my early 40s I met a man in the local gym who ran daily on the treadmill, he may have been in his late 60s I don’t really know but he was really fit and had great legs with well defined muscles. He spoke to me from time to time and we had a bit of a mutual admiration society going on. I decided back then that I’d like to look like him when I turned 70.

In the ensuing years I went off the rails and to put it bluntly I got fat and my fitness waned. Almost 4 years ago I took stock of my life and made a decision to return to my original goal to grow old gracefully. I’ve been working hard ever since to return to the the level of fitness I enjoyed back in the mid 90s.

I’m quietly pleased to report to anyone who cares to listen that I have achieved my goal.

I am 70. I have a bounce in my step. I’m not scared to look in a mirror and I can bound up and down steep pathways dripping with sweat as the morning sun rises.

My circadian rhythm is working well. I seem to naturally get out of bed at 5.45 a.m, well at least I do in Bali. It’s yet to be seen what happens when I get back to summer in Melbourne in less than 2 weeks. If I get out the front gate of the villa at 6.10 a.m I’m happy.

Half way down the ridge this morning a memory popped into my awareness. It was the early 2000s and I had gone into the local Athletes Foot store in Camberwell to buy a new pair of ‘running shoes”, not that I was running much back then. I’d put on a bit of weight from my heyday and my fitness had well and truly gone down the drain. The guy who managed the store looked at me and said something that shocked me! It should have been a wake up call at the time but unfortunately I let it slide and continued to put of weight and get slacker and slacker. He said “ What’s happened to you? I used to look at you and I was inspired. My goal was to be like you when I reached my 50s.” Shit if that wasn’t enough to turn me around nothing was. The thing is I didn’t take heed and continued on my downward spiral for more than a decade.

I’m very pleased and proud to say that those years are now behind me and I’m back on track. 78 kgs and getting fitter and healthier as each day goes by.

Thursday December 1, 2022

Friday December 2, 2022

I’ve started creating music tracks again yesterday. It happened fast and I’m not going to think about it too much because I like how it turned out. I’ve also started writing some words that will eventually fit somewhere, somehow.

This past 3 weeks has been a magical time for my evolution as a human being. I’m enjoying it so much that I started getting death FOMO as an ambient thought pattern way down deep but you know what, the best I can do is to improve my understanding of whatever life is and to stay as healthy and fit as possible so I can enjoy every second, every minute, every hour and every day.

So far this morning I’ve been on a 7km plus walk, sweated, spoken to my daughter in Australia, written some words, worked on my music track and had this conversation with myself. I’ve only been awake for 2 hours. I don’t think it would have been possible to fit in one more thing.

These moments of productivity and action are priceless. Throw in a wee bit of reflection and you’ve got a smoothie of grand proportions.

That’s been my morning so far.

I met a guy from Louisiana yesterday. His name slipped by the minute he told me but the small time we spent together and shared was valuable because I realized that relationships can be fleeting, it’s OK. There is no need to propogate a future unless you can perceive the rewards or pleasure or whatever it is that makes an ongoing relationship a special thing for both parties. You really do need to give a lot of yourself to have a meaningful relationship with another person so I’ve realized that it’s really OK to be promiscuous and just enjoy the moment and then let it go. As long as somebody feels better as a result of the interaction.

Advice to Finn

Hi Finn this is just a suggestion in regard to your comment yesterday about your desire to lose some weight. You could start some serious intermittent fasting. The trick is to not eat anything except water for 16 hours and to try to do all of your eating in 2 big meals with no snacks. Even if you could

Do the 16 hour fast it would be a huge help. As soon as you eat anything it will spike your insulin and the fast will finish. The trick is to keep the insulin stable. Anyway it’s up to

You but this

Might be a good place to get the ball rolling.. if you have any questions please ask.

Saturday December 3, 2022

Good morning Finn. It was only 10 pm last night when you sent the message, I was fast asleep. Sorry …. it felt like 3 in the morning. I totally understand how you feel. I’ve had my moments when I have felt that way and know what it feels like. Fucked up! Especially when Paul was having a hard time. It was just him and me for a while I was convinced that no-one else gave a shit about the pain that life was raining down on us. Maybe I was right, maybe not but I sure as hell felt alienated.

Here’s my advice. Life will throw many challenges at you as you move forward. There’s really nothing you can do about what is dished up to you. All you can ever control is your own reaction and response. To a large extent this will determine your future. I remember when I hit the booze, that was a bad response to some pretty heavy shit that was happening and took me down a lonely pathway, one that eventually took over my life. I look back now and can see countless ways that I could  and should have responded differently. I try hard to apply a simple yardstick to my life in regard to others. I call it my 2 rules for happy living. 

  1. Be able to experience anything : this is easier said than done but it harks back to what I said in the ealier words. Be aware of your responses and think them through before reacting. I believe that you can recover from just about anything. No matter how bad. 
  2. Cause only those things that others can experience easily : this is the hard one. I don’t always succeed in this Finn but I try. I try to work out whether what I am about to do will impact in a positive or negative way on those around me. Whether it will shut down communication or make it better. Sometimes there is compromise involved. My thing is that I can’t force my viewpoints and ideas on others although at times I wish I could. I always try to foresee an positive outcome. It’s funny, Paul never agreed with me but one of the nicest things he ever said to me sometime around 2011 was that he realized that I might be right!

And then to “A”

Hi Lis Hey, would you send a WhatsApp message to Finn (+61479125140) and just say hello and ask him how he’s doing or something like that. he’s feeling very on his own and I’m sure he would appreciate some “love” from his sister. He sent me a Message late last night saying that he ‘s become aware that nobody in the whole world gives a shit about him apart from his family. Hopefully it might be a turning point for him.

Those are 2 communications that I wrote to my kids. Both adults now and both feeling lonely because of the way their lives have evolved. They are both free thinkers and don’t follow the lemmings. As positive as this is I worry sometimes that I have had undue influence on them but secretly I am proud of their ability to make up their own minds and even rock the boat if they wee a need. My one big goal now is to see them come together and be supportive of each other. After all they are brother and sister.

Today

I am having a rest day. Last night when I lay down in bed my body ached and felt weary. I’m obsessive and giving myself a break feels like not drinking a bottle of vodka felt like when I was an alcoholic, a lost opportunity to go one step deeper into whatever it was that I was attempting to achieve. I still woke up at 6.15 am but stayed in bed until just after 7. It’s now 8.20 and I feel rejuvenated already.

Reconciliation

Life seems to be a constant reconciliation between your own beliefs, thoughts, viewpoints, understanding of life, rights and wrongs, decisions and indecisions. 

Life is fluid and ever-changing, chaos at times, harmonious at others. I’m sure that there is some sort of truth somewhere underlying all of the constant information and data that exists. With 8 billion of us human beings on the planet there is always going to be a different viewpoint or opinion that finds its way to me and changes everything and rocks my foundations and beliefs. 

I suppose that to be honest a lot of what I hold to be true are simply beliefs, some based on faith and others based on my own anecdotal experience. If it works for now and gets me up another rung of life’s ladder then I’m doing something right. What I do know is that I have to remain wide open to whatever comes my way and filter out what isn’t important to me while at the same time grabbing onto the bits and pieces that seem to resonate with what I do hold to be true and important.

I feel stronger than I have at any point in my life. I have plagued myself with self doubt throughout my life while at the same time doing everything possible to be in as much control as I possibly could be. What a dichotomy I create for myself. 

For me at this stage of this journey I’m happy to keep it simple. Maybe that’s the key to me being able to offer something of importance to others. I can offer my help but I also have to be willing to not expect anything in return. All I can do is improve my ability to inspire others by my own actions. What people do with any stimulation or motivation I have to offer is well and truly up to them. I can direct them to data and information that I believe to be helpful, I can write my blog and if anybody chooses to read it well and good. It’s for me but I’m willing to share with others.

I’ve always got to remember that some people simply do not want to know, while there are others who truly believe that they really do know. I’m trying hard to just exist in the present and to keep my front door open wide.

My journey is still underway. I do not know where it will take me. When it will end or what to expect when it does. It’s like a lottery that you simply have to believe you are going to win someday but more importantly one that you enjoy the experience and anticipation of playing.

Sunday December 4, 2022

Life is at times like being in a small boat in a large ocean. The ocean keeps throwing unexpected swells, then calmness, maybe storms and whatever it chooses to at you and your job as the captain of the boat is to respond in the most appropriate manner in order to stay alive and arrive at your destination or to simply continue on your way.

Over the past few days I’ve noticed what a huge effect what you put in your mouth has on how you react to the unexpected trials and tribulations that are an ever changing thread from minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day. What’s different? Well over the past few weeks I have let go of my highly disciplined diet and have started eating more and more carbs. Yesterday I reached the  pinnacle and even though I didn’t eat an outrageous amount a greater percentage of what I ingested was carbs. 

Here’s what I’ve noticed. I feel heavier both physically and mentally. When I eat this stuff I have to admit that it is delicious and therein lies the trap. Food becomes self gratification and mouth entertainment as Georgie calls it opposed to high quality fuel. I can see how easy it is to lose control of what goes in the mouth because when it comes to carbs it seems that you never get satiated, something happens to your taste buds and body chemistry that makes you want to keep eating.

Nothing is irreversible and getting back on the wagon shouldn’t be too hard but based oil my observation it is so easy to kid yourself and get into more processed food that has nothing going for it except taste.

The changes that I’ve been noticing are as simple as going from feeling exhilarated to feeling a bit down in the dumps in a matter of minutes, maybe it manifests as boredom, self doubt then something amazing happens and your up in the stratosphere again. I’m making it sound far more extreme than it really is but there is a lesson to be learned. Moderation is the great leveller. Control is a weapon and self restraint is a measure of your awareness of what is happening in the physical universe.

Monday December 5, 2022

I freaked myself out this morning and started putting attention on cancer. What a stupid thing to do. I felt a bit queasy way in the background as if I might vomit but probably wouldn’t. Of course, this could be anything … especially all the sugar and carbs I ate yesterday. Georgie and I had a lovely Sunday brunch at a restaurant in Berawa called Kong. It was quite close to the AirBnB that we stayed at in mid 2019 for 2 nights before we came up t0 Lilly Lane, that’s how I remember it anyway. Food was superb but rich and not the sort of food that I should be eating. I’ve got to pull back on carbs and anything that is or turns to glucose. It’s been delicious but after yesterday I became aware of what it does to my metabolism. I ate all of that food and need up feeling hungry and desirous of more food. Having said all of that I’m happy that we did it and in some ways it was a reward for all of the hard work that we have done over the past month.

We got back to Ubud just as the sun was going down.

Today marks the beginning of our final week in Bali until 2023. We have 6 weeks at home before returning. I’ll have my work cut out for me with Finn. His welfare and health just has to be my primary goal.

In the time in Melbourne I have to also get a PETscan, see Dr Eng and Dr Sofie Sadr and do something about the dentist. In actual fact I need to make the appointments today.

We’ve got Komang all week to get as much done around the villa that is humanly possible. Gary and Rosie kindly agreed to give up their 3 days so we could have him for 6. 

The biggest challenge this week will be to fit everything in without going into a chaotic state of anxiety and chaos. The bottom line is that it doesn’t really matter anyway. Life will go on and the sun will rise tomorrow morning no matter what happens at our villa or in our social life.

This trip ended up being about fitness and health which is by far the most important thing we could be focusing on at this moment in our lives. It worked out beautifully and I’m certain that we will return in better condition than when we arrived.

So the main things that Komang can do this week are painting, starting the gang beautification project, the security on the front fence and the garden lighting. That’s my take on it anyway, Georgie might have some different ideas. I might try to find an outdoor table and chairs plus a few other bits and pieces.

Villa Tusk/Gang Padma Art Project

For several years now I have had a goal to fill the walls of our little gang (lane) in Penestanan with art, artefacts and other interesting bits and pieces. The initial idea was to get input from the local kids, artists and anyone who could or would contribute but what I’ve decided to do now is to just 

start the project with 8 John Martono framed canvas prints and some of the old joglo doors that we haven’t re-used in the Villa renovation. 

This will be an ongoing project that we will initially finance ourselves.

We leave for Melbourne in one week and I’m hoping that we can get the ball rolling with the 8 canvases and the doors plus a few other bits and pieces that we already have.

When we have the money and the workers we plan to redo the actual path with cement pavers that have inspiring quotes written on them as well as some Spanish/Morrocan inspired mosaics.

Like most of our projects it will grow organically and evolve as it goes with the goal of creating a really interesting arty space for our guests and hopefully a destination that others will want to come and experience and maybe contribute to.

Tuesday December 6, 2022

It is 5.20 am. I was so tired last night that I went to bed at 8 pm. Consequently I awoke around 4 this morning but I’m quite enjoying the fact that it’s still dark even though the roosters are making a racket. It’s also pretty mild this morning, even a bit cold.

As I said yesterday we are going to Saba this morning to have our last HBOT for our trip. We went to the gym a bit late yesterday but got in a good workout and sauna session. Komang started the Gang art project, I walked down to Suweta and had a shave which was beyond wonderful by the way and I discovered that the logic board on my MacBook Pro is more than likely cactus once again, which seems to be expected around Christmas time.

The good thing about going to bed so early and rising before dark is that I’ll be keeping my natural circadian Rythm on some sort of normal clock as it is now 8.30 in Melbourne so the sun is already up and most of Melbourne will be on their way to work. 

I don’t seem to be placing a great deal of importance on learning Bahasa Indonesian. I haven’t learned any new words this trip apart from being able to differentiate between Pura and Puri.

My eating still isn’t great although I fasted until Bout 3 pm yesterday and then had a simple curry that I had made myself plus a protein drink using coconut water and milk as a base, something that I’ve only started doing on this trip.

My plan today is to go to the gym after we get back from our HBOT. Yes, I’m obsessed but what could I be addicted to that is better than fitness and building up a bit of muscle to take me gracefully into my eight decade. I’m in a good position to enjoy my old age, although I don’t feel old at all.

I dreamt that I became friends with Elon Musk last night, it was sort of funny because even though I was striving for intellectual equity I was hoping that he would give me a couple of million dollars as a gift rationalising that it wouldn’t make any difference whatsoever to him. Then my dream morphed into me being the best man at a Dream wedding that Peter Hess was having, I arrived late of course and realized that I was going to make a speech. It was going to start with “ I met Peter when he was my lawn mowing man”, not the most diplomatic sentence to start with.

Somewhere during the night I also started thinking about what I was going to make for Christmas lunch. I’m thinking I might start with a small Kerala fish curry soup sort of thing and then do salmon and chicken with simple veggies a bit like I did for Georgie’s birthday lunch. I’ll also make a keto trifle. I think it will be back to keto on our return to Melbourne. I’ve only done a couple of blood tests since being in Bali and haven’t been in ketosis, not that I expected to be.

Yesterday morning I was diligent and made appointments for Dr Peter Eng and a PET scan. I also contacted the dentist about my invisolines but haven’t heard back from them yet.

After writing about keeping my emotions under. Control yesterday I ended up going into one of my crabby sort of moods after I discovered that my laptop had stopped working but overall Georgie and I have reached a beautiful level of understanding where we make room for each other’s idiosyncrasies so we get along a hell of a lot better as a result. I love her very much.

Yes, I spoke to Finn yesterday but it wasn’t the best chat we’ve ever had although I wrote to him via WhatsApp and he tried ringing me at 8.30 but my phone was on mute. the “Finn Project” is about to begin. it seems easy when I look at it objectively but when we are back home there will be absolutely nothing objective about it. He’s got a big job ahead of him to get his life on track and make whatever choices that he needs to make to move forward from.

I still haven’t worked out a solution to money. We don’t have any but this hasn’t stopped us in the past. I’m sure that something amazing mill pop it’s head out like a manic Jack in the Box. Who the hell was Jack anyway? I must find out.

Although there’s a lit to do before we leave I am still determined not to get into a fluster. The villa is good enough and will be fine over Christmas. When we get home I will need to get serious about putting it on various platforms apart from AirBnB. We’ve stopped getting bookings. The high season is upon us and we haven’t had a booking over the past month that we’ve been here. Not to worry, everything will work out for sure. We have Christmas covered and for some reason we are in the same boat at Red Hill!

That’s enough ranting for this morning. The sun is now up, we’ll almost and I’m about to put on my shorts and shoes and do my morning walk up and down the Tjampuan Ridge. We’ll then leave for Saba at 8 am. It is now 5.55 am.

More later.

7.20 and I’m back from my walk. Here’s the thing that I’ve noticed about my morning walks in Bali. The music I have in my ears determines how much I put into the walk. The walk up Tjampuan Ridge is quite strenuous at the best of times but if I have the right music then I tend to push myself just that bit harder plus the whole experience feels better. I’ve been doing a bit over 20,000 steps each day as well as going to the gym and have saunas and cold plunges.

I mentioned yesterday or maybe today, not certain, that I haven’t been trying to learn Bahasa. Well I’ve got an app called I translate and I’m going to try to learn one or 2 phrases each week. Todays is Ini adalah pagi Yang indah

Wednesday December 7, 2022

Chose to sleep in this morning and ask Georgie to come on the Tjampuan Ridge walk with me. On a normal morning I would have been well and truly back by now but as our time in Bali is coming to an end I thought that it would be nice to do it together. I can sense my frustration with the wait which isn’t a good thing but I should just accept it and shut my mouth. 

I’m going to have to work out my exercise so I give my body recovery time plus plan alternate exercise plan throughout the week. I can use my 2 appointments with the sports dude at Chirnside to get some advice. The thing I need to work on is recovery time.

Plus I need to work on understanding protein in relation to building muscle but also in relation to cancer and IGH, mTOR etc. There seems to be a certain amount of contradiction but it will help me to have a greater understanding. The other thing I need to get a grip on is glutamine. I think my best bet here is to a) borrow the book from Jude and b) write up my experience for Dr Seyfried and get some advice from him.

That’s a project that needs to be added to my list for when we return to Melbourne. Who said retirement was boring!

If all goes smoothly today we will go to the gym when we return to the villa from our walk and then do a bit of work on the front fence. I’ll also take photos of the big painting in bedroom 3 today. It’s dark now and I didn’t get this done because we just got home.

So looking back on our day. We went on our walk up the Tjampuan Ridge, a bit slower than normal but pleasant all the same. We had a coffee at our birds nest overlooking the river and walked ( and ran) back down again and came home where we organised some jobs with Purnami and Komang. The Gand walls are coming along nicely. Komang has painted quite a bit of the wall and we’ve got all of the 8 John Martono canvases up plus 3 sets of doors and a few clay decorative plates to balance out the prints. There is still lots to do but hati hati, pelan pelan … all is well and we will take it slowly. Next we will look at some plants on the wall and then maybe leave it until we come back in February. 

We caught a gojek up to ParQ today because walking would have put us way behind the 8 ball. When we arrived we had our obligatory coffee and then settled into some exercise and weights in the gym after which we got in the sauna for 3 rounds of intense heat and cold. I’m not trying to meet to many new people on this trip but the sauna is a great place to start a chat with a stranger. Some more satisfying than others. We had a rather boisterous David Icke believer today. Georgie made the rather astute observation that she wasn’t the right person to start a friendship with and she was probably right, we also met a lovely girl from Canada. The best thing was that neither of these 2 were woke.

After we finished at the sauna it was after 4 and our plan included going to Arcadia for an early dinner. We thought we were in for a great treat.

Thursday December 8, 2022

First things first. I booked out mid year Bali trip last night. August 22.  Until October 19. Done and dusted. So now it’s just a matter of fitting another one in the middle somewhere.

Todays Rumination

We, the human race are so fucking lucky to be here. We don’t really even know what it means to be here, for some it is simply to struggle, for others to control and for most to be unwittingly controlled but that’s not why we are here. We just don’t have the faintest idea. Yes on its most basic level our purpose is to survive and to proliferate. 

All life must proliferate in order to continue, even viruses and cancer. But that’s not what I’m talking about. What I’m ruminating on this morning is what the fuck are we humans with our consciousness and awareness doing here on planet earth? 

For sure our bodies are chance things that have evolved over countless Millenia but that’s not what I’m on about either. What amazes me is our singularity, our separateness, our sense of individual awareness, our personal freedom to communicate and share ideas with each other, to create as individuals or together, to be influenced by other living beings, to be inspired, to have an urge to go one better than those who came before us. 

We are born, we live and we die. What happens on the journey doesn’t really matter in reference to infinity because even our planet and galaxy will one day cease to exist in its present form. Maybe that’s it. Form. We swap houses, cars, change our images and the way we look over the years but essentially we are the same beings with slightly different viewpoints and collectively a greater knowledge. How does that even change things. We think we need all of our gadgets to live a more fulfilled life but who really gives a shit about how somebody else looks in a selfie or what some corrupt news service has to say about the state of the world. What matters is our interaction, our freedom to view life from our own perspective, our inherent desire to be kind to each other, to nurture our children and to somehow contribute in a positive way to our own journey and the journeys of those we interact with. It matters that we are just and ethical on a personal level. It matters that we use whatever resources that we have to stay as healthy as we possibly can. We are surrounded by false hopes and potentially corrupt leaders. We have allowed money or the concept of wealth and ownership give some of us more right to wear the mantle of power that then falsely gives the right to control others. We create laws and policies to keep people under control and subservient to the wishes of those in power at any given point in time. The more that I dissect it the weirder it looks. We  all seem to have a role to play but because we are all individuals with our own needs this results in a chaos which somehow sorts itself out and creates some sort of functioning society. We fight amongst ourselves, we have wars and over time we become friends with our old enemies and create new ones. In the chaos there seems to be some sort of pattern but it’s the thinkers and the creators who make life exciting. The brave innovators, the musicians, the artists, the architects, the writers, the philosophers, the scientists and that small cohort who are wise enough and brave enough to cast aside the dogmatic agreements that exist and hold lies and false information in place so we can embrace new ideas from first principles, not based on shaky foundations as most seem to be. What came before is incredibly important but a lot of it is not necessarily sound. 

So that’s where integrity fits into the bigger scheme of things, without integrity and courage  the people who come up with new concepts and ideas will be crushed and their ideas and forward thinking will be crushed as well.

I haven’t worked out too much this morning. I’m back where I started. But we are fucking lucky to be here for some unknown purpose which maybe doesn’t really exist at all apart from the significance that we attach to it.

To Ocky

Hi Ocky

Thank you for your help with our visa extensions. You make life easy for us.

I need some advice.

As you know we are currently coming in on VOA. We have another 17 years left on our lease in Penestanan and will come as much as is possible. Next year we already have 2 trips booked Jan 31 – March 15 and August 22 – Oct 19, there may be another trip in there somewhere but it’s not booked yet. Overall I know it makes more sense to continue to do VOA but there are several factors to take into account.

  1. The cost of extending our visas. Example – 3 trips a year for the 2 of us equals 4.8 million IDR
  2. We are doing hyperbaric oxygen treatment at Kasih Ibu Hospital in Saba. Each treatment when we have VOA costs 1.5 million for each session but if we had a retirement kitas as I would cost 650,000 IDR per session. Next year we will be doing a minimum of 28 sessions between us, maybe more. That will cost 44 million but if we had a kitas it would cost 18.2 million a saving of about 26 million plus the extra 4 million for visa extension, plus 3 million for VOA for 3 trips. That’s a big potential saving.

There may or may not be other advantages for having a retirement kitas. Can you give us any advice on what we can do? Any viewpoints will be appreciated. Georgina is 60 and I am 70.

Hi Aaron Let me start with telling you that I am on the same page as you. I got involved in 1975 and pulled the plug in 2012. You are going after the wrong target when you attack Eric Berg. He has helped countless people take responsibility for their own health and has probably saved more lives than most “expert” doctors who push medical drugs and have no idea about diet. What goes on between him and his son is pretty tragic and I’d love to see them reconcile but that’s not the issue. By attacking this guy you are doing the world a disservice and barking up the wrong tree. Overall you are doing more harm than good by going after him. I’m no fan of the IAS or disconnection or any of the destructive bullshit that Scientology policies condone but when it comes to health you really should stay neutral.

The day is coming to an end, we’ll it is for us anyway. We had another big day but really didn’t do a lot apart from walking, a bit of work, more walking, saunaing, chatting to new people, eating a late lunch at Muse … delicious and having a massage. Tomorrow I will walk to the gym, do a work out, do some cardio, do my metrics, have a sauna and cold plunges, walk back and get a haircut all before lunchtime so I can be back in time to have lunch with Rod and Caroline. Hopefully I can go to Kerobokan after this to buy some more masks for the gang wall.

Friday December 9, 2022

Another day in Bali is coming to an end, that’s if you can call 5.45 an end. But for us “disciplined “ folks who go to bed at 8.30 that’s about the equivalent of 9 pm. 

Rod and Caroline have just left and will be on the road back to their home on the coast. I arrived back From the gym at 1.45 after setting out from home at 7.30 for my morning walk, gym, sauna and cold plunge session. I also walked back to Penestanan via the barber shop where I got another great haircut and shave from Indra, my new Sumatran barber, such a wonderful experience and worth every cent of the 120,000 IDR ($12) that it costs. I picked up some lotion for Georgie on the way back for her heat rash and the consequent itchiness and then dropped into the jewellery shop and bought Georgie’s Christmas gift. Unfortunately we had a few tense moments over the past 24 hours over me buying Christmas gifts for both Melanie and Trinidad but not her. That’s now resolved.

Rod and Caroline were already at Villa Tusk with their dog, Olive when I arrived back, drinking wine and chatting away about something or other. Purnami ordered the food in and kindly went and picked it up for us.

We spent the next couple of hours eating and chatting about nothing in particular although we did touch on cancer as Caroline is still suffering from the effects of her radiation that she received when undergoing treatment at Peter McCallum.

Saturday December 10, 2022

2 days to go before our return to Melbourne. I’m sad but not sad. My plan is to approach Melbourne as a brand new experience with fresh eyes and an open heart. 

This morning I didn’t get out of bed until 6.30 so I decided to just have a pleasant stroll as opposed to one of my sweaty mammoth walks. I’ve just got of the phone with Allissa, talking about her upcoming US trip and her plans plus tentatively planning for her to come to Bali when we return in early February 2023. I’ve come to Yellow Flower this morning. A location with so many memories and so much significance to my current life. It was once called Kori Agung, the Gateway to Mt Agung. When you sit here drinking your Bali coffee there is no question about why this name was endowed upon the location. Back in 1997 I didn’t even know that we were actually in the village of Penestanan, I just thought the whole area was Ubud. 

I’ll walk for a while longer and then turn back to the villa and get Georgie ready to head off to the gym.

I’ll miss my routines when I return to Melbourne but at the same time I will have the opportunity to embrace new routines. The goal now is to be able to create happiness wherever we are in the world. Maybe happiness is not even the correct word to use, maybe it’s more acceptance and opening my heart to whatever is there in whatever present time moment that I am in. 

I am a truly lucky person, most of this luck is self created. Whether this is just a stop on the journey or whether my individual consciousness will end is not under my control so what I take from this is to savour every moment, every sensation, every emotion and let them wash over me. I should make an agreement with myself that I will never take anything for granted. Life is made up

of a string of magic moments and I do not want to allow myself to miss any of them.

It is now 9.30 and I’m back at the Villa. I’ve actually been back for about an hour. After Yellow Flower I walked up the Bintang gang and then back down to the Penestanan Stairs which I ran up pretty easily this morning. When I got back Komang was here and Georgie was still in bed. I packed my suitcase and started preparing for our departure on Monday morning.

Sunday December 11, 2022

Here we are. Our last day in Bali for this trip. Home for Christmas, back to the challenge of Melbourne, a city I love but which has so much familiarity and habit patterns. My challenge is to break the mould and discover new vistas, back alleys and routes to new places. This shouldn’t really be too hard. I’ve got an impressionistic plan for my next 6 weeks. Among the tasks is to continue to get fit, to learn about making an older body strong and agile. I’ve gone a long way to achieving this over the past 5 weeks, I am quite certain that the body that I am taking back to Melbourne on the plane tomorrow is stronger and more lean than the one that I brought with me in early November.

Other tasks are a successful Christmas, inspiring Finn to turn over a new leaf, setting up music areas at home that make it easy to play, practise, record and hopefully create music with Finn.  Then there is the age old problem with money. We really have run out and consequently we have to review the way in which we live our lives financially. Ironically we are down to our last pennies here in Bali. We just scraped by. The next challenge is to put together a plan for our February trip and then our trip to Europe. 

I suppose that dreaming is an option. I could write loads of scenarios, different possibilities that might get us all to Bali with a Kitas so we can do hyperbaric oxygen therapy, work out in the gym, sauna and cold plunge, go on long walks, spend time studying and improving my knowledge.

Ideas abound, some in the stratosphere, some that will never escape the confines of my skull, others that might sneak through the invisible walls that I create. The beauty of all of this is that I am looking forward to whatever rears it’s head. 

The challenge today is to get through the next 24 hours without too much sadness, too much loss, to many regrets. My heart feels a bit heavy but what I must do is to look at the possibilities of what can be achieved over the next 6 weeks in Melbourne where it is at least summer. This has its own set it challenges and if I approach them creatively all should be hunky dory and happiness will reign.

One thing that I have disabused myself of during this trip is my compulsion to meet new people and consequently make new friends. Sounds funny, mainly because this was one of the big positives about Bali. What I have observed though is that chance meetings are pretty satisfying and lack the commitment of an intense friendship which has its own limitations in terms of time and expectations. It’s a bit like letting Spotify choose the music that I might like, going to the gym and sauna at ParQ offers up a plethora of diverse and interesting people from all around the world , a smorgasbord of experience, advice, stories, different viewpoints, ages but somehow people who are part of the playlist that I want to listen to, if that makes sense. When it comes to friendship I have to remember that I’ve got enough close friends to last me for years to come and I also have the ability to make new ones whenever I need to or want to for that matter. I’m in a great position, a reward for a life lived relatively well.

I’ve still got a lot to offer but interestingly enough it isn’t like I thought. What I have to offer is interest in others, maybe making people feel better about themselves by simply asking the right question at the right time and being happy and willing to receive and listen to their answer. Maybe I can inspire others by my discipline and apparent good health. Maybe I can just light up their lives for a few minutes like Julio did yesterday when we met him in the sauna. His passion was infectious, maybe I can take a leaf out of his book. It was almost a childlike attitude but it was also like being sprinkled with fairy dust just being around him.

Finn rang last night at about 9.30 quite excited about a game that he had found on eBay. His idea is that we can play it together as a family which is great. Whatever it costs will be worth the money for us to do that. Talking of which we will have to work out how to book a flight for him to get into Bali in February.

I went for what I call a stroll this morning which ended up being pretty gentle but I’ve got in 8500 steps so far. I went down through Penestanan Kaja and around the rice fields into Kataklagtang and back up to Warung Nyoman where I bought todays lunch, Babi Kecak and Lamar.

I’ve got a big day planned. Back on the road with Georgie to Ila in Kataglantang, then to Sari Laba for a massage for me and a pedicure for Georgie around 11 am, then to the gym at Tegalangtang (ParQ), back to Ubud to buy some bags for Georgie and then back home to pack and meet Gary and Rosie for dinner at Villa Tusk by which time it will be bedtime and sleep until the encroaching dawn when I will do my last walk up my beloved Tjampuan Ridge walk for the last time for this trip. Then it’s off to the airport and our flight back to Melbourne. We’ll be back in our own bed within 48 hours. The trick is going to be to have no expectations about the condition of the house, the garden, just simple and our acceptance. Anything can be fixed and you never know we might be surprised. Then the next step is to make a rough plan and schedule for the lead up to Christmas and January. Who knows, I might love it in Melbourne this time.

The other great news for me is that I did a test at the gym called InBody … this breaks down body composition, muscle fat analysis, obesity analysis and a whole lot of other things. I got an overall score of 89 which I was delighted with. The percentage of body fat is 12.2% which is excellent and all of the other main metrics were in the normal range. My weight is 77.8 kgs of which 68.3 kgs is fat free mass. The beauty of doing this test now is that it will be a guideline for the future, a yardstick so to speak.

Finn rang last night at about 9.30 quite excited about a game that he had found on eBay. His idea is that we can play it together as a family which is great. Whatever it costs will be worth the money for us to do that. Talking of which we will have to work out how to book a flight for him to get into Bali in February.

I went for what I call a stroll this morning which ended up being pretty gentle but I’ve got in 8500 steps so far. I went down through Penestanan Kaja and around the rice fields into Kataklagtang and back up to Warung Nyoman where I bought todays lunch, Babi Kecak and Lamar.

I’ve got a big day planned. Back on the road with Georgie to Ila in Kataglantang, then to Sari Laba for a massage for me and a pedicure for Georgie around 11 am, then to the gym at Tegalangtang (ParQ), back to Ubud to buy some bags for Georgie and then back home to pack and meet Gary and Rosie for dinner at Villa Tusk by which time it will be bedtime and sleep until the encroaching dawn when I will do my last walk up my beloved Tjampuan Ridge walk for the last time for this trip. Then it’s off to the airport and our flight back to Melbourne. We’ll be back in our own bed within 48 hours. The trick is going to be to have no expectations about the condition of the house, the garden, just simple and our acceptance. Anything can be fixed and you never know we might be surprised. Then the next step is to make a rough plan and schedule for the lead up to Christmas and January. Who knows, I might love it in Melbourne this time.

The other great news for me is that I did a test at the gym called InBody … this breaks down body composition, muscle fat analysis, obesity analysis and a whole lot of other things. I got an overall score of 89 which I was delighted with. The percentage of body fat is 12.2% which is excellent and all of the other main metrics were in the normal range. My weight is 77.8 kgs of which 68.3 kgs is fat free mass. The beauty of doing this test now is that it will be a guideline for the future, a yardstick so to speak.

Monday December 12, 2022

The End of the trip is upon us. This is our last morning in Bali for around 6 weeks. I’ve gotten up very early today and have already returned from my walk up the Tjampuan Ridge, my last one until I return on February 1, 4 days before I turn 71. 

Everything went as planned yesterday, I went to the gym and sauna, ate Napoleon cake, purchased backpacks for me and Georgie, had dinner with Rosie and Gary and pretty much got our bags packed. It’s easy to get to the end of a day and feel like you’ve done nothing but when you look back in retrospect it shines a new light on the activities. I also started my day with a decent walk and Georgie and I went to The Yellow Flower where she had pancakes and we both had coffees, just for old times sake.

Gary and Rosie have happily agreed to Komang working at Villa Tusk this week which overall is a very good thing, there’s so much to do and we haven’t got any guests for the next 3 weeks. That will change, I am certain of that.

Finn rang a bit upset last night about an altercation that he had with his friends, I was very pleased to hear from him a bit later when he told me that he had apologised for his behaviour. I am trying to I still in him that even though he can’t change the actions of others, or can’t do so easily but he can curtail his own response to adversity and he can change his own behaviour. I hope what I said had some sort of impact.

So we’ll be back in Melbourne in less than 12 hours, a few on road and about 5 in the air.

I feel like a test is about to begin, I reckon I might be able to pass it with flying colours. Six weeks in Melbourne, staying active, productive, creative and full of happiness and hope. Of course I can do it.

We have 90 minutes before we leave for the airport. I’m now going to finish packing and getting everything in place to have a calm and productive morning.The Plane was delayed by about 4 hours. We didn’t find out until We were half way to the airport. The fuckers must have known that the plane was delayed but the email didn’t come until 10 am when we were almost in Denpasar at the airport. Made dropped us off and we checked our big bags in and went out and got a coffee then hopped in a GoCar and skidaddled to the Anvaya Hotel in South Kuta which is just 10 Minutes from the airport. The hotel is a bit tired but Georgie got a couple of glasses of wine into her which made her very happy.

I made the decision to eat this morning. When I got back from my walk I heated up my chicken curry puffs from Mendez and gobbled them up, then I made a big smoothie out of Susu kelapa ( fresh coconut milk), papaya, protein powder and MCT powder. It was delicious and terribly filling. I even ate one of my Mendez lumpias in the car. Then I ate 5 very healthy small biscuits that I purchased from Wayans Juice Bar. The way I’ve been going I may break my record for the total number of carbs consumed in one day, in actual fact I’d probably done it by now. The idea was to fill up this morning and then stop eating when I got on the plane but when the plane’s schedule was mutilated due to the late arrival of the plane from Melbourne everything went to shit. It got even worse when I ate a plate full of salad and sushi I at the Kuta hotel. Now I’m absolutely carbed out especially after the croissant and other thing that I ate at the airport before boarding the plane. It’s horrifying to review what I’ve eaten after a nosh up like I’ve had today. I even drank at least 500 ml of coconut water and another 500 ml of fresh coconut milk.

It’s now really happening, we are ferrying out onto the tarmac to get ready for take off. The plane is full but due to great planning and an extra $60 Georgie and I have extra legroom seats right at the front of the plane. There’s no turning back now, we are well and truly on our way to Melbourne.

The plane is sitting in a stationary position with its jet engines humming a bit like a bull that is on the cusp of charging a brave matador. The wheels are turning and within seconds or maybe minutes we will be in the air on our 5 hour journey back to the motherland.

It’s happening, we are on our way and off the ground. It’s 4.40 pm Bali time and 7.40 in Melbourne.

Tuesday December 13, 2022

We are in Melbourne. it is summer, 12 days before Christmas and it’s like winter, blustery, raining, cold and a bit depressing to be quite frank.

I’m back in Mooroolbark. Back in the cold outer east of Melbourne. We got home at 3 am last night and I personably went to sleep around 4 am. Not a great sleep but I did catch a couple of hours on the plane. I got up at about 9 am which is on the same body clock time as I was riding in Bali but I really am going to try to have a rest day today. I’m down at Brice Sbe now having a coffee and buying some coffee for home, I’ll drop my phone in to get it repaired due to the horrible fact of not being able to hear anybody. I just found a shop that fixes the earpiece

Right next to where I’m having coffee.

I’m home and can’t forget that I’m a tourist. I started cleaning our house this morning. I’m not going to let anything stress me although some smart arse CNN social justice warrior just had a go at me on my scooter.

I’ve got to constantly remind myself that Australia has a new set of rules  I to the ones in Bali. Same the world over. I’ve just got to grin and bear it.

I’m back in Mooroolbark. Back in the cold outer east of Melbourne. We got home at 3 am last night and I personably went to sleep around 4 am. Not a great sleep but I did catch a couple of hours on the plane. I got up at about 9 am which is on the same body clock time as I was riding in Bali but I really am going to try to have a rest day today. I’m down at Brice Sbe now having a coffee and buying some coffee for home, I’ll drop my phone in to get it repaired due to the horrible fact of not being able to hear anybody. I just found a shop that fixes the earpiece

Right next to where I’m having coffee.

I’m home and can’t forget that I’m a tourist. I started cleaning our house this morning. I’m not going to let anything stress me although some smart arse CNN social justice warrior just had a go at me on my scooter.

I’ve got to constantly remind myself that Australia has a new set of rules  I to the ones in Bali. Same the world over. I’ve just got to grin and bear it.

Wednesday December 14, 2022

7.30 am in Melbourne on a cold Wednesday morning, my fingers feel so cold that the bones feel fragile. Blackbirds warbling in the trees with dark clouds set against what looks like a bright sunny sky. Not at all what one expects for late December in the south east of Australia 11 days before Christmas. I have layers of clothing on my body to keep my body heat enclosed.

I had a real full on rest day yesterday. Doing the same level of exercise and gym work in Melbourne is not going to be anywhere near as easy as it was in Bali but like anything, there are ways around that. I arrived at bedtime and opted for a hot bath instead. I probably went to sleep at 11pm and woke up at 6.30. It seemed like I slept most of the night. Another reaction I was having as the day went by yesterday was one of a certain amount of frustration but I shouldn’t have felt like this because overall I had a great day full of wins and achievements. First and foremost I went to the Apple store in Chadstone, a big drive but well worth it because I was given a brand new 16 inch MacBook Pro to replace my 5 year old laptop that had broken down on me in Bali. It’s worth $5-6,ooo and overall is a much better computer than the one I had. Maybe it’s my Mum looking over me because without her money I wouldn’t have had a chance to afford a computer like this. It really did 5 years of hard work and it’s a minor miracle that Apple awarded me with a replacement. That in itself made yesterday a grand day.I am back On the train. This willbe my first trip trip through the Melbourne loop to Southern Cross Station and then onto a tram.

One project that I need to get onto fast is to do a write up for Thomas Seyfried. He needs case studies of people who have used his principles. Also A may go to Boston and meet him there in January. Talking about A, she is leaving for the US tomorrow. A big deal and a huge adventure. I’m really hoping that I can see her today even if it’s only for a couple of minutes. 

I’m at As house. The trip to Dr Eng was a success. I ran into several people who I knew. People from all over the shop, including Brian Turner who  didn’t even recognise me. Dr Eng is such a unique individual. He is one person who really deserves my support. It was around this time 2 years ago when I had my first appointment with him. I was like a babe in the woods, a lost soul who had no idea about his future. But somehow after my first appointment I realized that everything was going to work out. 2 years down the track I’m feeling pretty damn confident that all is well with my body and that I will live well and truly into my old age.

70

Sweat dripping off my 2022 flesh

Searching for new ideas, music fresh

Returned to a path that I diverted from

If I kept going like I was, nuclear bomb

Re-invent every single day

Love life to the limit I’m gonna stay

Reality changes I can’t get lost in a time warp I can’t miss out

Life lived to the limit has plenty of clout 

I yearn for inspiration, searching everyday

every second, every minute, every day

I coulda been dead, in my head

Now I’m making music to walk to, writing words to talk to, feeding my soul with love and joy. 

Firing up my batteries each and every day, push myself to learn and play 

The words are always there

I’ve just got to squeeze them out 

Like taking a dump that can’t quite slide out so you’ve got to get creative

The music is locked inside, ready to bound beyond the conceptual

Digital is a shortcut, it’s not cheating

Some of the best songs ever created have come from nowhere

Challenged as a father

Emotions mixed with optimism and despair

Keep my head above the water, acknowledge I’m aware

All I can offer is open communication

Get on the train as it leaves the station 

Thursday December 15, 2022

I’ve given up on stoicism and slept in until just before 9 am, I’m not rushing, I don’t really even care that everything has changed since I arrived back in Melbourne in the early hours of 13/12 which seems like ages ago but in actual fact was only 2 days. 

Yesterday I went on my adventure to Middle Park to have my appointment with Dr Eng. What a kind soul he is. What a gift to mankind. He is so bloody positive and this rubs off. You can tell by the general optimism that seems to exist in his clinic. He very proudly showed me his research paper that has just been released on early detection of prostrate cancer.

I hadn’t realized it but I’ve been a bit like a coiled spring over the past 6 weeks or so, starting in early November when I did the food for Georgie’s birthday and throughout my time in Bali. Ready to spring into action at the drop of a hat. Now it’s time to unwind and relax for a while, to set a new foundation to work from.

This is the first time that I’m using my new MacBook Pro, all I can notice so far are the superficial changes like the different keyboard, the added weight and the overall “strength” of the new model. I haven’t even had a chance to look at the software and programs.

Allissa is probably on the plane now. We spoke about 30 minutes ago and she was just about to board for the west coast of the US. She’s got my spirit of adventure. I recall my first trip to America back in 1995. Oh, I was so excited. I literally didn’t sleep for days until I got to Curacao in the Caribbean. She’s got that old “Jack Kerouac” vibe in her blood.

Later in the day

Weird. I’ve had a weird day. I slept in until 8.30 am, when I got up I was aching and still felt tired. I had convinced myself that I had burned myself out physically over the past 5 weeks in Bali and as a result of my efforts I was just exhausted but this really doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. I noticed last night that I have some sort of rash on my body, itchy and small blotches that look a bit like welts or also like tiny insect bites. I even started thinking that I was having a reaction to something that I had put in the bath. Whatever it is, its been there for the past few days or ever since we returned to Melbourne. I moped around today feeling heavy, sorry for myself and a bit like someone had poured lead into my veins. By mid afternoon I hadn’t even gone out the front door and my aching body was hurting more and more. I finally convinced myself that there was a good chance that I had covid. After feeling guilty and worrying about the consequences in regard to others like Allissa on a plane to the US and feeling like an asshole who might negatively influence her trip by spreading this virus that’s threatened mankind for the past 3 years. I also felt concern that if I did have it Finn might finally catch it after all of this time and effort that’s he has put into staying vac and covid free. I did a RAT and felt 100% positive that a positive response would be staring me in the face, to my surprise it showed up as negative so I needed up giving up trying to show any sign of pretending that I was OK and went to bed where I very quickly went to sleep.

I feel like a flower that has been in bloom for several weeks, full bloom. I feel like a flower that a dog pissed on and poisoned. A flower that is quickly wilting and not responding to the water that is attempting to revive it. 

There are ways to bring a flower back to life.

Friday December 16, 2022

I need to call a spade a spade and just admit that I have fallen into a steep sided hole and as well as being stuck in it I am considerably depressed. This is a reaction to my environment, not that there is really anything wrong with it apart from it being chilly most of the time especially when it should be hot.

There is something liberating about being in Bali. I feel younger, I feel more in touch with myself and my surroundings, I have a far greater affinity for the tropics.

My first challenge is to confront this phenomena, “look it in the eye” and really work out what happens when I come back. I still had steam on my first day. I was even still excited on Wednesday when I went off on my train trip to Middle Park.

The things that stick out are the mess, the stuff that is just useless that I can’t let go of. And then there is the television. I stayed away from it for the first 2 nights at home and then on Wednesday night I started watching again. What this does is simple, it saps my own creativity and allows an external force to entertain me. I don’t have to think, I don’t have to plan, I don’t have to create. I just sit there, inanimate and watch the shit that is being fed to me. FOMO sets in and I start believing that I do really need to find out what happens next.

So here I am. The truth is that I will be here for the next 6 weeks. I can continue to walk. To go to the gym, to tidy up my shit, to get back on the straight and narrow with my diet, to have saunas, to play music, to learn, to get healthy.

I have just made an appointment for my next PET scan on January 17, my next moment of truth. Hopefully I will get the all clear once again. I’m feeling pretty confident. My challenge now is to just stay calm and have a qua sera sera attitude. I’m doing a pretty good job maintaining my health overall. Yes, I could be stricter. I could be more diligent but overall I’m feeling pretty good about my self discipline etc.

What is a PET (Positron Emission Tomography) scan?

This is a highly sensitive imaging technique which uses small amounts of radioactive tracers to help in the diagnosis of disease.

These tracers are given by injection, usually into a vein in the arm.

A PET/CT scanner is used to obtain an image showing the distribution of the tracer within the body.

The PET scan routinely involves a low level CT scan performed at the same time.

18F-FDG

The most common PET scan performed uses 18F-FDG (a glucose/sugar analogue) to map glucose metabolism.

On My Walk

I’m well and truly in the middle of quite a big walk although I’ve only done 10,000 steps so far today. The thing that worries me most is that my damn feet are numb and burning. More so than at any time in Bali. Strange. I need to take a look at this, up my vitamin B and do some serious research into peripheral neuropathy. The good news is that I am walking again today, I did push myself out the front door and I am out and about. I need this, I need it every day. I am currently down in Croydon with a whole lot of real genuine pensioners. As far as I am concerned I am a pretend pensioner, am I kidding myself? 

I got a wee bit of cleaning up done this morning on the back upper deck, oh well it was something. I’ve also been able to get most of my clothing put away. 

I’ve got my new computer up and running but I am still faced with challenges. For example, I am still unable to synch my photos and I’ve lost the logic track that I had been working on. 

Allissa has touched down in the US, she will be well and truly in San Francisco by now. A big adventure for a big girl. By big I mean brave. brave and adventurous.

Harking back to what I wrote this morning, I really do have to get a grip on being back in Melbourne. I’m sure there are ways to get around how I feel but to pull this off I have to get Georgie on board with going on more adventures. She’s happy to stay at home and do gardening and watch television. It’s ao easy to fall into this habit pattern. I was going to call it a trap but that’s only my perspective on it.

Saturday December 17, 2022

Last Saturday I was experiencing a loss that I only had the equivalent of a weekend left in Bali. This Saturday I am bemused by what seems like a lost week. But it only seems that way because I let it. At least I started walking again yesterday. Today is a beautiful but mild spring type day, definitely not summer. The sun is out, the sky is blue, the wind chimes are caressing each other and sounding as beautiful as they ever have. 

Allissa rang me this morning from San Francisco. Her report was just like I heard in Bali from an American I had met in the sauna. Homeless people and drugs everywhere, people shooting up heroin in the streets, an empire in decay. Whether I once lived there or not is an irrelevant fantasy, whether I have unfinished business there may be a bit more speculative. For all I know I just made it up, the chances of that are significant. 

My last trip to San Francisco was 27 years ago in 1995 when I went with a few dollars in my pocket and ran bare  chested under the cloudy skies for 2 days on my way back from Florida. I had no money so I entertained myself by running through the parks and streets spending what little money I had on veggie juice and a cheap room in Union Square. I had been there a year earlier in 1994 when I was 42, the year my father was the same age as I am now. I had been to Curacao to a conference and could not resist the adventure and uncanny pull of flying back to the west coast and roaming around L.A for a few hours before I hired a car and made my pilgrimage up along the coast road through Big Sur to this city that I felt so attached to. Ironically I passed through San Luis Obispo on the road north and convinced myself that this was where I grew up in an Italian family during what I speculated was my last lifetime. A city close to where the US soldiers prepared for their journey to the Pacific Islands during WW2. This was also where my fascination with Trieste had its seeds planted as I was or felt I was certain that my mother had been born in Trieste in Northern Italy, a city that I will actually visit in a few months time. Driving up the coast on my own was one of life’s great adventures, not that a lot happened but I felt like I was on a trip to come eye to eye with my past and the misdeeds that I had imagined. I arrived late on what I recall as a Saturday in November 1994. I didn’t even think of the consequences of what I was doing or where I was going to stay, all I knew was that I would make my way toward Haight Ashbury which was the centre of the hippy thing that happened in the mid to late 60s. Paul ended up spending almost a year in San Francisco 4 years later, maybe its in our DNA! Or maybe my children just got caught up in my fantasy about my so called past. It doesn’t matter. Ultimately it is all subjective. Allissa had a strange experience on her first trip, uncomfortable memories that she later talked to me about. Weird heh?

Needless to say I roamed around the streets, I explored, tried to remember something, anything a bit like a constipated person frustratingly grunting. In the end I just accepted that I was in San Francisco and that I’d better make the most of it. I was about to experience a sliding doors moment in the coming years which at that time I had no idea of and me being me I just wanted to have a new experience.

Sunday December 18, 2022

One week to Christmas Day, a cold but sunny morning and at 8.10 am our house is still asleep and I have to creep around like a thief in the night.

I looked at the online papers this morning and have once again come to the conclusion that it is a travesty to continue to read this opinionated tripe. I simply have to exercise some self restraint and break the habit of opening them up in the morning simply because I’m bored. Opinions based on dogma plus some pretty acute vested interests thrown in for good measure.

Georgie and I walked to Chirnside Park yesterday and I made a pretty good effort to create my version of a Kerala Fish Curry. They were the highlights of my day. Nothing much to write home about.

This coming week will be about getting ready for Christmas. I really should have a chat to Kaye about what I can do for her Christmas Eve soiree and then of course I have to work out what to do for our Christmas lunch, get a space organised and prepared, possibly the flat part of the garden down in front of the pool for something completely different.

It’s list time.

  • Repay Komang’s money.
  • Work out the reserves and repay them.
  • Review the Villa Tusk platforms and marketing.
  • Visit Podiatrist on Monday.
  • Wrap presents.
  • Fix Photos on my IOS devices.
  • Start my write up to Thomas Seyfried.
  • Catch up with all of the people I need to contact.
  • Set top music area.
  • Work out Finn’s trip to Bali – exemptions and air fares
  • Work out menu for Christmas Day and buy ingredients.
  • What are we doing after Christmas?
  • What will my daily schedule be.
  • Can I prepare our veggie garden?
  • Peripheral Neuropathy research and action.
  • Blood tests
  • Review diet and health regime

A Letter To Thomas Seyfried

Dear Thomas

This is a well overdue thank you for the inspiration and support that your work equipped me with over the past 2 years.

I am currently a healthy and fit Australian male, almost 71 years old who was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma in November 2020. The cancer manifested in a lymph node on the left side of my neck.

I won’t go into all of the details now but needless to say that at the beginning of my journey I knew nothing about cancer. I had been involved in the arts for the majority of my life and apart from being interested in alternative medicine and lifestyle I was illiterate when it came to the functioning of my body on a cellular level.

My journey began with me scratching my head and grasping at straws. My first port of call was via the head and neck team at a mainstream cancer hospital in Melbourne, Australia. I had a couple of diagnostic operations to search for the primary cancer but this was never found. I initially spent about 4 weeks not knowing what to do, who to trust and where to start learning about cancer.

The mainstream oncologists decided that the best route to take was to operate and cut out the lymph nodes as well as other lymph nodes in the area of the tumour.

Needless to say by this stage I was doing my own research online. I wrote about my findings, thoughts, feelings and actions every day in a blog that I still keep to this day. By late December I had made a decision to learn as much as possible about cancer from as many viewpoints as I could find which is when I came across some lectures by Don D’Agostino and through him I found some online lectures by you.

To a novice what you had to say made perfect sense and I decided to pursue the basic concepts of the press/pulse theory.

I was lucky in some ways because I had already spent almost 2 years turning my health around by the time of my diagnosis. I had lost about 20 kgs and stabilised my blood pressure, blood sugar, completely stopped drinking alcohol, I was exercising regularly, taking saunas, journalling and most importantly I had been experimenting with a ketogenic diet.

By early January 2021 I had begun daily HBOT sessions and had found a Melbourne doctor named Dr Peter Eng who specialised in Vit C, Curcumin and other IVs and alternative treatments of cancer. I spent hours and hours trying to educate myself and to understand cancer. It was like beginning a course in a brand new subject that I had never studied, the terminology was like an alien language, the concepts had no foundations but I persisted. I listened to talks by you, Dom, Valter Longo, Miriam Kalamian among others and slowly pieced together what I thought was a workable strategy.

I was on a very strict ketogenic diet, doing daily intermittent fasting and did blood tests every day. My ketones were consistently pretty good, generally between 2-4 and my blood sugar (Aust measurement) was generally 4-5. I continued my HBOT sessions and did regular IVs as well as a heap of other things, almost all natural.

I have the exact dates in my blog but around February I began to have 33 sessions of radiotherapy (2 Grays each time) at the recommendation of my GP (Peter Eng). These were very precisely directed ay my lymph node. Because of all of the other therapies mentioned previously I had absolutely zero side effects from the radiation apart from losing a tiny amount of “beard hair” on my neck.

I did a PET Scan around July and was given the all clear. I am also doing yearly circulating tumour cell tests. At the beginning my reading was 3.7, now it is 2.1.

Ironically the experience over the past 2 years has been a very positive one. Apart from constantly and successfully working on my health, losing unnecessary/unhealthy body fat and learning how to be grateful for the wonder of life, stabilising nearly all of my metabolic signs I am mentally more stable and clear headed. I wake up every morning feeling fantastic and continue to work on improving the quality of my life.

I am about to have another PET scan in mid January 2023, so I will let you know how I go.

I would be happy to write any recommendations I can for your press/pulse research and consider myself to be an example of somebody who applied these concepts to myself to rid myself of cancer.

I have no intention of reigning in my lifestyle. I continue to do HBOT, eat of healthy low carb diet, do blood tests, exercise and do constant metabolic and blood testing.

Thank you for your work, your inspiration and your bravery.

My daughter Allissa may be in Boston in January, she works in the field of natural health and I suggested that she contacts you to have a meeting. Would you be open to this?

You are welcome to quote from any part of my personal blog.

It is www.garycollier.com.au

There is a section on cancer/keto which covers a lot of what I did. There is also a section called Defrag Blues which is a raw daily journal of my experiences, thoughts, feelings etc. The cancer journey part begins on November 24, 2020.

Regards

Gary Collier

Melbourne, Australia

Later in the Day

I just had one of those mind blowing musical moments that I would have loved to have shared with somebody else. My new Spark Mini has gone beyond my wildest expectations and based on what happened this afternoon I think it might revolutionise my playing, get me playing more and thinking things through and challenging myself to play what I hear in my head.

It didn’t end up being such a bad day. I got the front entry to the house cleaned up with our half dead pressure cleaner, I went to the gym with Finn, ate a lovely lunch with Georgie and got a letter written to Thomas Seyfried. I really do have huge expectations of myself.

Monday December 19, 2022

I went for a walk and run when I got out of bed this morning around the perimeter of Bickleigh Vale. This was a great way to begin the day. The steps involved were about 3000. I even got a bit of a sweat worked up thanks to my 120 BPM playlist. Good way to greet the sun.

Allissa sent me some pictures this morning of her yoga retreat which is somewhere in California up toward San Francisco.

Professor Seyfried replied to the e-mail that I sent him yesterday within 24 hours. What a pleasant surprise that was! He has seemingly agreed to meet up with Allissa if and when she arrives in Boston plus he’s putting me in touch with Maggie and Brad Jones who are doing a documentary called The Cancer Revolution.

I’m beginning to get the cobwebs off, my god it took a week to get back into some sort of normality.

Red Flag – we went to bed around midnight last night. Crazy …. I sat on the couch earlier watching TV and then went to sleep watching Graham Hancock’s doco “Ancient Apocolypse”. Not a great use of time.

On a very positive note I still feel great about my music session last night.

So it’s the beginning of the lead up week to Christmas. Shopping for food, wrapping presents, preparing food and generally getting into the spirit of things. 

Tuesday December 20, 2022

I’m sitting in a cake shop in Kilsyth waiting to be served my black coffee sans cake. It cost $4.60, a huge amount for a simple black coffee in the far eastern fringes of Melbourne where the rent is surely lower than closer in to the CBD.

I’ve just finished an appointment at my podiatrist. Things are looking pretty good with my feet so this has alloyed my fears about further neurological deterioration. I’ve also purchased a whole lot of dairy stuff at NQR which was all significantly reduced in price and also fits into my keto regimen. 

Talking about this subject, I am still off the wagon. Not in any horrendous way , I’m still on a pretty decent low card diet but the strictness that I have subscribed to over the past 2 years has fallen out the window for now. I’m giving myself a break until after Christmas so without over indulging I will allow myself a few treats like baked potato for Christmas.

After I finish my coffee my plan is to walk to the gym and do a workout before walking home. I’ve already done 5200 steps today so if this trend continues I should have a big exercise day.

Oh, and I finally got back in the sauna last night plus the vibrating machine.

The other positive news is that I spent another 30 minutes playing music yesterday which went really well. That’s 2 days in a row now.

Overall I feel pretty good about Christmas. As far as I. An tell I have all of the presents that I need organised and also have a pretty good idea of what food I’m doing for Christmas Day. 

All I have on my plate today is sorting out the Kitti Narod sale and then writing down and co-ordinating my upcoming appointments. I’ve also got to sort out my ANZ card.

The other priority is to plan where we will do our Christmas lunch and then to start setting it up. Oh and then there is the van load of garden cuttings that needs to be topped up and taken to the local recycle station in Coldstream, plus Finn’s ticket to Bali. Looks like I have more to do than I initially thought.

I walked to the gym and did 30 minutes on the cross trainer, talked about the best whey protein powder to buy and escaped quickly when a group of 70 something year olds surged to the tables to have their Christmas party.

Georgie picked me up and we are now at Kayes house, Georgie is helping her with some banking problems.

Other good news  is that we finally got another booking for Villa Tusk but it’s not until March, just after we leave Bali.

I’ve just spent the past 30 minutes or so communicating with our new friends. I really enjoyed doing that.

Wednesday December 21, 2022

I woke up this morning feeling like I had a hangover and then got run over by a truck. I had a headache, I felt heavy, I felt like I was full of cotton wool. It’s been about 30 minutes now since I got up and I’ve even had a bath. I still feel like shit.

What went wrong?

A couple of things. I didn’t need to learn a lesson, I knew what the outcome would be when I did it. What happened was that John and Flora came around last night. I didn’t eat dinner, in truth I could have gone to bed on an empty stomach. Sure I might have been a bit hungry but still I would have been OK. More than likely I would have had a great nights sleep and woke up feeling on top of the world. But here’s what happened in the alternative reality, another of life’s many lessons. At about 10.30 pm Georgie announced that she was hungry. I had already made a chicken curry for her and Finn the night before and there was plenty left in the fridge. I had also cooked some rice for Finn earlier in the evening to go with his curry. Georgie started heating up her curry and I made one of those split second decisions to have a bowl of blueberries with some cream and a slice of brie. This turned into 2 bowls and the damage was done. To top things off I went to bed at 11.30 pm and even though I went to sleep pretty much immediately I was feeling full and had what seemed to be a troubled sleep.

The biggest observation that I have made in recent times is that once you let your guard down and start making exceptions to a discipline all sorts of excuses and justifications start entering in. “I’ll just do this a few times and never do it again” “I’ll go back on my strict diet after Christmas, or maybe New Year” “I’ve been good for the past 3 years” “This won’t kill me as long as I don’t keep doing it”. 

Discipline is such a fragile thing. There you are teetering on the knife’s edge, doing the right thing, missing out on some of life’s indulgences but knowing that you are doing the right thing. The end result speaks for itself.

Thursday December 22, 2022

The Cancer Revolution

Hi, my name is Gary Collier. 

I was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma which manifested as a tumour in a lymph node in the left side of my  neck in late November 2020. My cancer was quite rare in that it is classified as CUP, this acronym stands for “Cancer of an Unknown Primary”. Because staging cannot be done when you have CUP I was never assigned “a stage”. All the oncologists knew was that the cancer had migrated to the lymph nodes in my throat where it was confirmed by a needle biopsy in late November 2020. There is a good chance that my immune system did it’s job and knocked out the initial primary tumour without me even knowing that it existed. 

At the outset I entered the mainstream oncology system and had 2 operations and loads of tests in the first 6 weeks to determine where the primary was. It was never found. The head and neck oncologists recommended that I have surgery to have the lymph node removed plus a whole lot of other lymph nodes, just in case! I was told that I was going to have a “really cool” scar plus other potential side effects but it would probably save my life!

Due to the primary never being found my head and neck team could never officially diagnose what sort of cancer I had although based on the signs it was postulated that it was head and neck cancer. My speculation is that my cancer was brought on by many years of alcohol addiction, over consumption and metabolic syndrome which manifested in obesity, high blood pressure, pre-diabetes, high triglycerides, fatty liver and other metabolic pitfalls.  

The time in which I was part of the mainstream oncology system was the scariest and loneliest period in my whole experience. I felt that my fate was in somebody else’s hands and that I just had to be patient and wait until they did their thing. I know theses guys cared but there was a lot of contradiction and uncertainty. This is when I decided to become the “Boss” of my cancer journey and learn, research, understand, delve as deep as I possibly could based on what was then my very limited knowledge of cancer and how it functioned in and affected my body. This is a link to an article I wrote recently. I wrote lots of blogposts at the time but this one stands out. I make comparisons to Sun Tzu’s “Art of War” (read it here)

I was 68 years old when I was diagnosed. Lucky for me I had started a complete overhaul of my lifestyle, diet and bad habits in February 2019. By the time I received my cancer diagnosis about 20 months later I had already lost almost 20 kg, resolved issues with high blood pressure, fatty liver, metabolic syndrome, pre-diabetes and a huge drinking problem. I had turned my life around and was feeling great.

This is something I wrote back then at the beginning of my cancer adventure. “My visualisation is that I am the life force of a tree, my body is the trunk and roots and my microbiome is the soil. Somewhere in that mix there is a big rock that is obstructing the health of the tree. My attention will be on the soil. I plan to make it as healthy and full of rich minerals, vitamins, phito-nutrients and healing properties as is possible. I’ll let the arborists take care of the rock.” 

Long story short, I had adopted a low carb, almost ketogenic diet, did daily exercise, did daily journalling and started learning as much as I could about the metabolic processes of my body, I had completely stopped drinking alcohol in February 2019 when I began my new lifestyle. 

I suspect that what I began back then ultimately had a profound effect on where I am at today, currently cancer free, healthy, strong and fit.

In late December 2020 my daughter, who works in natural health, suggested that I do some research into Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy. I visited a HBOT (hyperbaric oxygen therapy) centre in Melbourne, Australia, even after my first consultation I felt that I had found something that I could feel comfortable pursuing. From here I was referred to a Melbourne GP named Dr Peter Eng . Peter specializes in IVs and re-purposed drugs for cancer treatment. At this stage he was 82 years old and had cured himself of cancer 12 years earlier plus he had many other cancer patient’s success stories to share with me. Around about this time I ramped up my ketogenic diet. I studied what a real keto diet really is. I lowered the carbs, upped the healthy fats, limited the protein and got really serious and disciplined about what went into my body as well as daily blood testing of my blood sugar and ketone readings. I buckled down on study. I figured that even though I had no foundation in biology or matters of metabolism, cells and the general workings of the body that if I was going to beat the cancer I would need to at least understand what was happening in my body and also what alternative options there were.

I agreed to do a minimum of 60 hours of HBOT and start a course of IV’s ( high dose Vitamin C and Curcumin amongst other natural products and re-purposed drugs). I was also exercising regularly and walking up to 10 kms each day. Around this time I also started using an Oura ring to monitor the quality of my sleep. I aimed for 8 hours of good sleep each night. In the course of my studies I came across the research work of Dr Thomas Seyfried and the press/pulse theory that he champions. His speculation is that cancer is a mitochondrial metabolic disease, according to the original theory of Otto Warburg. Even though I wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to biochemistry his research and theories made sense to me on a very basic common sense level. Through listening to his lectures as well as research on fasting by Dr Valter Longo, practicalities of a ketogenic diet by Miriam Kalamian, use of HBOT in cancer treatment by Dr Dom D’Agostino and Angela Poff I continued to improve my knowledge of cancer and became more and more confident about ridding myself of the “disease”. I was becoming more and more aware that one of my biggest weapons was my own immune system and my willingness to keep researching outside the normal mainstream realm of cancer treatment.

The basic idea or layman’s version of press/pulse is to create an antagonistic environment for the cancer and to do whatever possible to remove anything that can aid in its proliferation. Take away the glucose, sugar and carbs and replace them with ketones and the cancer is deprived of fuel while the body still has fuel in the form of ketones to create energy. Do exercise, eat well, put a bit of “healthy”stress on the body and this as well makes the cancer very unhappy. But cancer cells don’t die (apoptosis), they are immortal. Normal healthy cells die and recycle. The intermittent fasting also gives the body a rest and deprives the cancer cells of excess fuel. All in all, the healthier “you can make the soil” the harder it is for the cancer to proliferate. Then the “pulse” (kill the cancer) part is brought about by the hyperbaric oxygen, the vitamin C and curcumin and other “medicines” that actually go to war against the cancer and wipe it out. In my case the radiation also attacked the cancer cells but the good news is that all of the other things that I was doing helped my healthy cells go into protective mode while the cancer cells became more vulnerable to the treament, hence making it more effective and the side effects of the radiation far less. It’s far more complex than my simple explanation but hopefully my words will explain the basic concept.

So by now it’s probably February 2021, around 4 months into my cancer journey. I was working my butt off and putting all of my energy and resources into becoming healthy and beating the cancer, slowing it’s ability to proliferate and ultimately destroying these immortal cells that were possibly going to kill me if left unchecked.

Here’s a list of what I was doing at this stage.

  • HBOT (Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy)
  • Strict ketogenic diet aiming at 20 grams of carbs and high healthy fat with medium protein.
  • Intravenous Vitamin C, Curcumin and other drugs via the veins.
  • Re-purposed drugs like melatonin, metformin, naltrexone and a few others
  • CTC test (circulating tumour cells)
  • Daily vitamin supplementation
  • Daily time restricted eating/intermittent fasting. I started on 16/8 and worked up to 18/6 and sometimes did only one meal a day.
  • I recorded everything that I ate in an app called Cronometer which gave me accurate readings of my macros etc and helped me with my dietary discipline.
  • Daily blood testing for blood sugar and ketones with the aim of a 4/4 ratio based on Dr Seyfrieds GKI (Glucose, Ketone Index)
  • Regular infra red saunas and cold plunges where possible
  • Daily walking (about 10 kms) … I listened to podcasts on cancer while I walked and while in the sauna.
  • Daily journalling – I wrote about my thoughts, feelings, actions, fears, wins, thoughts about death and how wonderful life is, wins and set backs. I wrote every day and it’s all on my blog ( garycollier.com.au ) under the section called Defrag Blues. I haven’t ever looked back on this but it’s all there and I will read it one day. I also did blog posts on my health, cancer therapies and subjects that I felt might help others.
  • No alcohol, complete abstention.
  • I did not receive the nRMA covid vaccination on the advice of my doctor and my own common sense based on my studies and research. I eventually had 2 shots of Novavax because I had to travel to Indonesia, this was in February 2022 after I was deemed to be cancer free.
  • I continued to lose weight throughout the whole period. This was a healthy loss of excess fat, not muscle wasting. I went from 108 kgs in February 2019 to 77 kgs in 2022. I continue to monitor my weight, body fat (now 12%) and muscle and bone density.

Probably around February 2021 Dr Eng suggested that I have a meeting with a radiologist named Dr Samuel Leung. I must admit that this freaked me out a bit but based on my trust of Dr Eng I went to an appointment. The interesting thing was the age of my doctors. Peter was 82 and Sam was in his mid 70s. They were both very experienced and not at all flashy. They were simply good at what they did. Sam recommended a course of radiotherapy. Very precisely directed at the tumour in the lymph node in my neck. In all I would be receiving about 66 greys of radiation over 33 treatments given on consecutive days. The radiation was to be precisely directed at my tumour and the immediate area without blasting unnecessary parts of my body. Once again I started studying and discovered that the ketogenic diet, fasting and pretty much all the stuff I was doing would make the radiation more effective to kill my cancer cells while my healthy cells would be protected. This was based on research by Dr Valter Longo into fasting and Angela Poff on HBOT and the ketogenic diet. I had other blood tests around about this time which showed that my C Reactive protein was below 1, which is great as it shows a reflection of inflammation and my natural killer cells were very high which shows that my immune system was quite powerful which it needed to be to fight the cancer. 

As a side note at this point I would like to try to explain the relationship between my cancer doctor and the radiologist. Firstly, they tolerated and respected each other and I suspect they liked each other as individuals. Apart from that they had almost nothing in common BUT were prepared to work together. Sounds weird! Luckily for me though this bizarre relationship worked, even though the radiologist would constantly demean Dr Eng’s voodoo approach to cancer. I just looked at it like they were 2 general’s in my “army” who were good at what they did but had differing points of view.

The nurses at the cancer/radiotherapy centre warned me of the side effects of the radiation. I told them what my protocol was and that I was confident that I was doing the right thing for me. I continued every part of my protocol and even ramped it up during the 6 week radiation period. I would start my day with a 40 km drive to the radiation clinic, then I would go to my HBOT session and then onto the IV clinic. I had absolutely no side effects from the radiation apart from a bit of red skin on my throat and a tiny bit of hair loss in the section of my beard that was being radiated . My taste was normal, no other manifestations. I was happy, healthy and doing great throughout the whole radiation period. I don’t think the nurses could work out what was going on, they kept telling me that the side effects would kick in “tomorrow”. In actual fact I continued to get healthier throughout the whole cancer experience. After my 33 blasts of radiation I continued on my overall protocol.

Soon after the radiation finished I did a PET Scan and the results were that there was no sign of any cancer, the tumour had gone and everything was looking good.

For whatever fortuitous reason I made a decision in February 2019 to change my life, my habits and my addictions. I was well on the way to a positive future when I was diagnosed with cancer around 19-20 months later. I’m certain that this was my “get out of jail” card. If I was still overweight and metabolically compromised I believe that the outcome would have been totally different. Because I didn’t have any mainstream treatment apart from my dose of radiation and a couple of biopsy operations I surprisingly did not suffer from any side effects or symptoms. I felt healthy, mentally positive and fit the whole way through my treatment. Maybe it was luck or maybe something more esoteric, I’ll never know. I believe that my incredibly strict ketogenic diet and blood sugar/ketone monitoring acted as a powerful foundation for my recovery.

Needless to say I decided to continue my treatment/daily protocols. My wife and I went on a short road trip up the east coast of Australia during one of our “unlocked” down periods that took some pressure of the lockdowns that we were subjected to during Covid. This was an interesting period because I could have just stopped my treatment now. I was in remission. I was out of money, at the same time I was feeling really healthy and well. But after consulting with my “Team” I decided that my best and wisest course of action was to continue my treatment and daily protocols. This was going to be a lifelong mission with the goal of remaining in good health and to not give the cancer any open doors to proliferate again.

This brings me to the money.

I’ll try to explain a bit about myself. I’ve lived a pretty good adventurous and creative life. Sure I’ve had ups and downs but overall I have been able to pursue the things I love doing and my life’s journey has been full of wonder and great people. I suppose I never fully unburdened myself of my old hippy habits.  By the time of my diagnosis I was almost 70 years old. I didn’t have any savings and had only an infinitesimal amount of superannuation. The way things are set up in Australia is very bright and financially supportive if you choose to go down the mainstream oncology road. We have an amazing health care system that is very nurturing of our citizens BUT if you  decide to go via the alternative route and opt out of the mainstream then the financial burden is yours alone. You have to pay for pretty much EVERYTHING (apart from the PET Scan and most of the radiation and radiology fees which is partially subsidised thank goodness).

Dr Eng’s fees and the IV treatments are not covered, HBOT is not covered and on and on it goes. Some of the re-purposed drugs are covered by health benefits while others like melatonin from the compounding chemist are not. The mainstream medical people are not very sympathetic toward anything outside their own area of “expertise” and will even go to great lengths to attack and discredit practitioners who offer alternative treatment and medicines. Such a huge pity.

I never added up what I spent on my cancer treatment. Maybe $100,000, maybe more. How can you put a price on a healthy life or any sort of life really. Life is such a miracle and once you’re dead all the money in the world can’t help, sure you can leave it to your loved ones but I’m sure that most people would want their mother or father, son or daughter instead of a large bank balance.

On a positive note, when you are on a strict and healthy ketogenic diet and doing intermittent fasting your food costs can go down even if it’s due to not eating breakfast of having no snacks between meals. I’m not certain but I think the overall cost of my food and particularly food wastage went down.

I’ve got no idea how we pulled it off financially. It was a series of magic moments and good luck, family support and lot’s of love. Like I said, we started off with virtually no savings, we still had a mortgage and we didn’t really have any wages coming in. My whole family pulled together to support me.

It’s tricky when you aren’t what might be classified as financially viable. If you are well off and have reserves stashed away then it doesn’t matter in the slightest but if you are on the edge financially you start thinking twice when you have to confront a $10,000 bill for 60 hours of HBOT or $4000 plus for a specialised circulating tumour cell test. Personally I just dove into the deep end and decided that magic would happen and that I would survive the financial onslaught as well as the cancer. Luckily for me, it did. The magic kicked in. I’ve got some great stories about this part of the journey but I’ll save them up for later.

As of December 2022 I have had 2 very positive PET scans that show that any sign of cancer tumours has gone, I’ve had 3 CTC (circulating tumour cell tests) that show my CTCs are decreasing all of the time.

I never felt let down by the mainstream cancer system because I personally made a decision to take my cancer into my own hands. I did not expect doctors who did not know me personally to really care whether I lived or died. Why should they? Unfortunately so many people die as a result of cancer.  I know that the oncologists are good people but it’s a job after all. I was dealing with my life and as such decided that it was my responsibility alone to assemble a team of people I trusted. This was the very best decision I ever made.

Friday December 23, 2022

It’s just past 8 am. Finn is in the bath and I am sitting at the dining room table drinking my morning coffee. Georgie is still fast asleep. The most challenging thing so far this morning is whether to wake her up or not.

I spent most of yesterday writing my “interview” for The Cancer Revolution.

I also went to the gym with Finn and took a load of green waste to the recycle station with Georgie.

The plan today is to head into the Vic Market and the city with Finn and Georgie to pick up the free range chickens and a few extra bits and pieces for Christmas Eve and lunch on Christmas Day.

I’ve just sent a WhatsApp text to Allissa after hearing that the US is going into a minus zero degree celsius Christmas. I’m glad I’m not there.

I had very weird and disorienting dreams last night about relationships and woke this morning feeling quite disconcerted. The residual emotions from the dreaming is wearing off now, thank goodness.

It’s looking like it will be a fine day so I’m about to hop in the bath and get ready to walk out the front door as soon as the others are ready.

We didn’t go in the train as planned. Based on the general consensus of Georgie and Finn we all got in the van and drove to the Vic Market which ended up being quite a good thing. We parked the van and Finn had a cup of Equadorian hot chocolate while Georgie and I had what worked out to be a very nice black coffee. We then picked up the 2 very heavy free range, organic chickens and veggies, barramundi and a few other bits and pieces including duck fat. All in all the outing was a success and Finn is now at Eastland buying Christmas gifts.

Started preparing the potatoes and salads for Christmas Day. 2 salads, one with cauliflower, pears, pomegranate  and blue cheese as the main feature, another with Brussel sprouts in a spicy mix, then there will be asparagus and crispy roast potatoes, Kerala fish curry as an entree and some sort of desert. I also plan to make a blue cheese sauce. But I will need some red wine?

Finn will cook the chicken which we bought at the market today as well as the one for tomorrow night at Kaye’s house  plus I’ll do roast potatoes.

I dropped into the gym this afternoon and had a consultation with Jared. I’m not certain about him and might put it off until I get back in March. I feel better about getting a price off Eugene re personal training in Bali at ParQ.

Saturday December 24, 2022

3 people sitting beside a pool

I suspect that I am experiencing the physiological effects of over exercising. I’m feeling weary, lethargic, heavy. Allissa warned me about this happening. Too much exercise. That’s the story of my life. Too much of whatever it is that is lighting my fire at any given point in time. Whether it be positive or negative, I go “all the way with LBJ”. Now, I may be wrong but for now I will give myself the benefit of the doubt and rest for a couple of days and see what happens.

At least I am consistent in my compulsive idiosyncrasies.

So hear we are at my 71st Christmas Eve. All I really have to do is clean up the house a bit for tomorrow, set up the Christmas area in a more decorative mode, set up some music, get the plates ready, wrap a few presents and make sure I’ve got all of the ingredients for my salads, soup and whatever else I’m preparing for tomorrow.

I spent quite a bit of time working on the write up for the people in the US who are doing the documentary, now I’m down to the editing section.

Food prep is going OK. I’m pretty certain that all will be well for the Christmas lunch tomorrow. I’ve just got to buy a few more ingredients for the salads and desert which I will do in the next few minutes. 

Sunday December 25, 2022

Christmas Day 2022. My thoughts go out to all of my family who are no longer with us. Paul, George , Joyce, Buster and Rick. This has become a day to celebrate family but quite often it opens wounds that have laid festering. Oh well, if that’s the least of my worries I should just thank whoever and get on with it.

We’ve reduced down to 5 people this year. Even though I am quite a personable person my friendship group has diminished significantly over the years. It’s OK. We’ll have a pleasant day, a nice meal and hopefully lots of fun.

Perpetuating moments of madness, holding on to regrets and grudges is totally overrated and to be quite frank harmful to oneself.

What a mix we have today. Georgie and Finn, Kaye and Mel and of course myself.

I’m feeling sad. Even have a bit of moisture in my eyes. I’ve just sent messages to my sisters and Allissa. I’ve also sent out thoughts to Paul, wherever he may be.

Nostalgia is a funny thing, it’s almost like what happens is that you sink into your past memories, maybe accurate or maybe embellished. Doesn’t matter either way. They are only memories and I am in the present moment, subjected to the laws of time and circumstance. I suppose the sadness comes from perceived loss. Wishing that things could have been done better. But there is no real value in pondering and ruminating about what could have been. What matters is “What is and what will be.”

The morning seems calm and surprisingly stress free. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, I am listening to a random play list of classical music, Finn is preparing the chicken and Georgie is still asleep.

I’ll finish off my writing soon and head to the kitchen to finish the salads and start tidying up the house, wrapping the final gifts and getting the eating area set up as perfectly as possible.

Happy Christmas. I just wondered how many Christmas Days have fallen on a Sunday throughout my life. I reckon it’s probably about 10, same goes for my birthdays.

Monday December 26, 2022

It’s Boxing Day. A beautiful Melbourne December summer day. It looks like it’s going to be a warm one.

Christmas celebrations went really, really well. Kaye arrived a bit late but apart from that everything went beautifully. Finn’s chicken, my soup, salads, deserts, location and overall ambience. No dramas, just laid back eating and great communication. Peter arrived unannounced later in the day in what appeared to be a one off miracle but I quickly realized that he had driven out to pick up his weed from Finn. I daren’t tell the others this (but maybe I did!).

Trinidad didn’t make it due to a flu. Mel came. 

I think I might just have a relaxing day today. Hang around, tidy up a bit, wrap up a few loose ends, maybe go for a walk. No plans.

Finn and I got along very, very well yesterday. The events of Christmas Eve were left behind in the dust. No point in pissing on a tree that doesn’t need watering.

Allissa seems to be happy in the US. I got a message this morning, sounds like there’s no need to worry.

I just got caught up in one of those Facebook moments where you start looking at the list of potential people that Facebook thinks might make good friends for you. It’s fucking hilarious how something as basic as this can suck you in, as if having a new “friend” on Facebook really counts for shit. All the same, I have to admit that I got sucked in for a few moments.

My thoughts are being squeezed out this morning like the water from my togs when I get out of the sauna. There’s not all that much left to write about but for some reason I am continuing to squeeze to get the last drop out.

One thing that I did start ruminating about was being a grand parent. I some ways I feel like I’m missing out win something that might be a magnificent experience, something I would embrace if it happened but also something that I’m not missing because I simply don’t know what it will be like. I’ve taken the alternative route and instead of having a 22 year old grandson I’ve grown my own 22 year old son. I hadn’t thought about it from that perspective until now. If it wasn’t for Finn the grand paternal feelings might be totally different. Having said that I am anticipating that Allissa will have a child in 2023 and that I will be a grand parent before the year is out. Fingers crossed.

Hi Kaye

It was lovely spending Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with you. We are so lucky that we are all on the same page most of the time, not many families are blessed enough to be able to say this about.

I also want to thank you for all of the support that you have given us over the past few years. Life would have been a lot harder without your kindness. I especially want to thank you for being such a kind grandmother to Finn. He can be loveable but also a bit of a handful at times and the fact that you are always so tolerant and loving makes all of our lives easier. I know you want him to be happy and do well as much as we do. It’s going to be a big job getting him out of his underground bunker and back into the thrust of life.

Knowing that you are there to support us in our efforts is very positive.

So thank you for being a great Mum, More More and Mother in law.

Gary

Tuesday December 27, 2022

I sat down to write and had a slight diversion via WhatsApp to sort some things out in Bali.

My subject this morning is all about my different habit patterns in Melbourne as opposed to Bali. Although I am doing a bit of exercise and we have had Christmas Day and the preparations etc I’m finding that I become far more sedate in Melbourne. I’ve only been to the Gym a couple of times since returning and have decreased my steps considerably plus I have only had one sauna.

I won’t ruminate on this but instead I will work out a plan on how I can increase my activity and get more done. There are far different circumstances going on here. I go to bed later, the walks are not exciting and picturesque, the gym is far less upmarket and to a degree far away. It’s just a different scenario. Plus I’ve been eating more than I normally do. Maybe that’s a good place to start, cut down on the food!

Mel started panicking about the weather in the US last night. Just when I thought our friendship was back on the tracks she reverts into “the other valence” or whatever it is that happens. I have always been very aware that there are 2 sides to Mel. I just happen to like the sweet, vulnerable version. Should I write to het and try to give some advice on her relationship with “A”? I don’t think so. That would be like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

Wednesday December 28, 2022

I’ve been kidding myself with the food I’m putting in my mouth. Sure, it’s low carb but I’m pretty certain that there is a reaction occurring in my body. I just have to look at it from an anecdotal perspective and look at what’s happening.

A few things happened yesterday. One of the main one’s was a talk I had with Finn late last night when he explained to me that he knows that Georgie and I will love him no matter what which takes away the need to retain himself when he gets angry and then went on to assure me that he would never do this with anyone else. I’m going to have to spend more time down in the basement banging away on the weights so he and I can talk more.

We will be walking out the door in a few minutes to drive to Malvern where I will visit the dentist to get my new invisaline. 

I’m still in touch with Maggie in the US re The CancerEvolution. The next step is to work out how to do the interview on camera . I’ve been waiting for an excuse to do something like this for ages so now is as good a time as any. I’ll get Finn and Georgie to help. Could be quite a project and the beginning of something great. I’ll need to go to the DJI shop in Glen Waverley to see if there is a stand for the camera as well as lights etc. Maybe I could start with some practise runs to get used to talking to a camera, something I don’t feel very confident about at the moment.

The hot weather has calmed down today and we are back to normal again after a 37 degree day yesterday. After the dentist we are heading to Camberwell and then Kaye’s house to help her with some banking stuff. The next few days aren’t currently planned, we may go to Red Hill or maybe not. I’m enjoying just hanging out at home to be quite honest. I have no idea what we plan on doing for New Year, none whatsoever. Georgie and I haven’t even talked about it.

Thursday December 29, 2022

A mid 50s Family photo

This year, 2022, is sprinting to an end. The year that I turned 70. My February birthday seems like yesterday but the planet has almost done a full trip around the sun since then.

I started thinking about memories in the middle of the night. It was all a bit dreamlike mainly because I left my ear buds in and was listening to random podcasts in my sleep, one of which was a discussion about where our memories are stored. I have “glibly” assumed that my memories are stored away as mental pictures in my mind and I have also “glibly” concocted that my marvellous, miraculous brain has nothing to do with conjuring up these pictures. In other words I have never done my own research or gone through my own thought/logic process to look at this conundrum about where all of this mental energy might be stored or if it is even stored at all. But in this day and age when external hard drives are getting smaller in size and bigger in capacity it’s not at all out of the question that there is some mighty but infinitesimally small spiritual storage system that retains the memories of my existence.

There of course is also the jolting memory of photographs that has to be taken into account. This is a whole hornet’s nest that needs to be considered. Old familiar photographs that I have shared my life with.

I have no doubts about the beauty and complexity of memory. It is what sets me apart from the other 8 billion souls on Planet Earth. These are my own very personal recollections of what I have experienced during my lifetime, my thoughts, reactions, secrets, my responses, music, movies, loves, personal experiences, wins and losses. In some ways they are what I clasp onto, possessions that I use to help me understand my own identity, my own journey, my own evolution from my childhood until now. I can look back at the jumble of images that I cart around all mixed up like a big deep drawer where nothing really has it’s own place but is simply mixed up with everything else.

I can lay in the dark and go wandering through different periods of my life, getting lost in the years, the memories of people who I have shared my journey with, the things we got up to together, wondering where they are now and why they are no longer part of my life. Yep, it’s all there. Sometimes just as a concept, at others much clearer moments that seem almost real in present time. All gone in the past but still there with me in the present to review when I please.

I really don’t think these memories have a big hold over me anymore. I don’t hold onto them like I used to. They once gave me comfort and acted as a yardstick to define my identity. I now have a more zen outlook toward existence, whatever will be will be.

In some ways my old fear of death was simply a fear that I was going to one day have to give up my memories but now I strive to live in the present. To experience my existence in the fleeting moments in which it occurs. In the past I somehow connected time, thought, memories, consciousness, sensation without differentiating. They are all components of this miracle that I am currently experiencing. I don’t really even need to understand them. Maybe just being capable and aware of observing them as seperate elements of individual existence could be a good staging point.

If I am honest with myself I have to admit that my memories are only as accurate as I believe them to be. Maybe if I could recall them exactly as they were they would cease to exist, maybe it’s because I’ve subtly changed what actually happened that make some of them stand out. It’s interesting to note how one unwittingly embellishes stories of ones past when passing them on to others. You’ve got to have a good story to pass on don’t you!

All I know for now is that these mental images do exist, some clearer than others, some immortalised because they are like anchors in the sea of infinity that make existence seem safer.

I should just accept that they are there and somehow contribute to my current identity and how the rest of the world sees me and if I’m honest, how I view myself, like rungs on a never ending ladder that I keep climbing.

All I am really certain about is that I exist now. I am conscious of the sensation of my own body and the current thoughts that I conjure up, my reactions to the sensations around me in and in my body. When I do this I get very objective to what I identify with and know that it is not really me. It is part of the physical universe that I am currently playing this game of life in. My only solace in regard to infinity is to accept that pretty much everything that I measure existence by is transient and that there are multitudinous possibilities, the same as there always have been. There is no past and no future, only now.

Friday December 30, 2022

I feel exhausted. Tired to the bone. Maybe it’s lack of salt, maybe I’ve just pushed myself too far, maybe there is something else going on. Needless to say whatever it is that’s going on I must listen to my body and rest.

Maybe it’s simply that I have not been disciplined about the food and drink going into my mouth, maybe it’s the residual burn out from all of the exercise that I did in Bali. Maybe I’m taking too much melatonin. I simply don’t know. Maybe it’s a side product of the novavax vaccination I had in February or maybe it is a manifestation from the Covid I had back in August.

I’ll be back in the HBOT chamber next week so that might make a difference.

Saturday December 31, 2022

23 years ago Georgie and I were driving up the north east coast of New South Wales towards Byron Bay where we planned to celebrate New Year’s Eve as the millennium clicked over and the 21st century began. Byron Bay was cordoned off to visitors unless you had accomodation. We were lucky enough the find a guesthouse located pretty close to the lighthouse overlooking the beach that had just had an unexpected cancellation. We got in by the skin of our teeth.

Georgie was pregnant with Finn, he was born 3 months later. 

Wow, that’s a lifetime ago for Finn but only a third of my life. 

When I was younger I would sometimes fantasise about what I would be like when I was 47 years old, which is the age I was that night. 

Now it’s now. Finn is 22, I am 70, Allissa is 41 and Georgie is 60. Paul has moved on to whatever dimension that could possibly exist when the life cycle ends.

That’s enough looking back. 

All that matters now is the present as it tracks its way through fleeting moments that are measured by the silent movement of a clock’s arms that represent the movement of the planets through the space of the solar system.

Once again I come back to the simple act of gratitude. This unique experience is transient which makes it even more precious. One’s time is scarce like gold and diamonds. It’s value is heightened by recognition of the miracle that constantly unfolds.

New Year is often a time for reflection. 4 years ago at the end of 2018 I was contemplating my future. I prepared a feast for my friends that night in celebration of what I hoped would be a new beginning. I got off to a false start but got on track by February and have been pretty consistent for 1460 days. No alcohol, complete change of lifestyle, exercise, discipline. I’m not certain but I think that I have captured a sketch of my life each day in my journal. So much has happened, so much has changed. I am happier, healthier and more evolved.

It is possibly time to take my life to a new level. Greater health and fitness, more adventure, more creativity, enhanced gratitude, more meaningful interactions with others, substantial increase in knowledge. From where I stand at this point I recognise life as an art form. Every action that I take should fabricate some meaningful contribution to make all that is in my universe somewhat more beautiful, more harmonious, more conducive to greater levels of aesthetics and survival.

If I can find something good in anything that I experience even if it is the challenge of understanding another persons idiosyncrasies and foibles or to find something harmonious in the sound of a suburban lawn mower then I will know that I am on the right path.

2023 will be my year of acceptance, tolerance, adventure, knowledge, realisation and self discipline.

Sunday January 1, 2023

Thank you for reaching out Gary.  I actually read some of your blog early on and I could understand what you did and why.  I am not sure really how this will change our outcome. Ken has non mutating Stage 4 Glioblastome Multiform.  By the time we had found this he had about 4 weeks to live.  We have headed that off for now but even after treatment he has less than 12months.  It’s not like you can cut it out and then resolve.  The above is not broad knowledge but I am telling you so you know where it is at.  Ken’s view is that he wants to leave this body and I respect and understand that.  While we expect some more time together he refuses any further treatment.   I am sure you will let Georgie know but for the moment this is strictly confidential, not even back to Mel. Thank you for your understanding.  xxxx

The preceding words are in response to a communication that I sent to the wife of a friend who has cancer. I offered my help.

My attention is stuck on him so I feel a need to write back to her and put forward a case of “hope”.

Hello Lyndal

Shit, I don’t know where to begin. I’ll start with letting you know that I understand the implications of G.B.M, I know how bad it is and I won’t pretend otherwise. My heart is broken to hear what is happening with Ken and I think I know how he must feel, why he has made the decisions that he has made. I want to flood you with words of support, I want to be able to share every bit of knowledge that I have uncovered over the past 2 years but after reading what you wrote to me I will hold back and try to keep my response straight forward and simple.

I applied the viewpoint that knowledge gives control, based on the KRC triangle. I searched, studied, tried to understand. The foundations of my knowledge were as shaky as hell, I had so much to learn. I eventually found the research work of Professor Thomas Seyfried who has a completely different view on cancer from the mainstream oncologists. After listening to his theories I decided to pretty much ditch the mainstream system and take control of my condition myself and assemble my own team. Maybe if you have time you could read this post “My Body Is A Battlefield” that I wrote. My belief is that there is hope. I have heard of people who have pulled off miracles when it comes to GBMs although I do know that the percentage survival rate isn’t great. I can send you links to lectures and information that Ken could look at and apply if he chose to but before I do I need to know whether you want this as I don’t want to waste your precious time together.

There are several lectures that might possibly change the way you and Ken view the situation. I will leave it with you. Please just let me know if you want me to sent these references.

In regard to confidentiality I will keep this to myself. I have talked to Georgie who understands your wishes  and I have let Melanie know that I reached out to you but have not given her details.

If I can give you any support please let me know. Give Ken my love and tell him that if he wants to talk I’m up for it.

Monday January 2, 2023

Over the past couple of days I have started a new project with my writing. It has been somewhat akin to “Time excavation”. What I’m doing is putting all of my daily Defrag Blues notes into a very rough book form that I will then edit. The idea is to create a raw and accurate record of my time with cancer, how I felt physically and emotionally, how it impacted my life, relationships, how I responded and what actions that I took. I think I have underestimated the overall experience and convinced myself that it was all smooth and easy. I have read bits and pieces along the way but a lot of it is just being cut and pasted as I wrote it. This is a beginning. Now the hard yards will be to finish the basic reconstruction and then move on to editing, dumping huge sections that are not relevant etc etc.

I’ve been on a holiday from life for the past week or so. I’m seeing clearer and clearer how easy it is to cut oneself off from the world and people by just staying at home. The days meld into each other, the mornings become night and then its time for bed all over again. I’m not upset about this, I probably needed a rest from exercise and other aspects of life.

It’s 2 years today since I reconnected with my friend Joe Llatse. I wouldn’t’t have necessarily remembered this unless I had been doing my book project. It’s time to write him a letter.

“Hi Joey

Happy New Year. I missed communicating on your 70th birthday, it must have been around when I spoke to you from Bali. Happy Birthday my friend. We’ve both made it  to the “other end of the holiday” and from where stand we are still both having a good go at it. God, it is about 45 years ago since we first met.

I realized yesterday that today is exactly 2 years since we re-connected in Fitzroy on a hot summer day in Fitzroy. I can still visualise you walking toward me down Smith St after not having seen each other for 20 years.

I’ve been putting all of my daily notes together in a rough book form over the past few days and one thing that stood out was how important and rewarding our time together in early 2021 was for me. I had forgotten the intensity of those days doing radiation, hyperbaric and IVs every day, all day. Our mornings spent together having coffee and having a good old natter will always stand out as a beacon.

I’m doing another PET scan in mid January but I’m feeling pretty optimistic that cancer is a thing of the past for me. Optimism is my main weapon.

We are in Melbourne for a few more weeks before we head back to Bali for 6 weeks. Finn is coming with us this time. He hasn’t fared well over the past couple of years and it’s time that I put on my father hat and devote some quality time to our relationship. Allissa went to the U.S for Christmas and New Year and if all goes well she will spend some time with us in Bali as well.

Hey, is Lucia (ex-wife) still in Melbourne? If she is I should give her a call and say hi, maybe have a coffee.

We have our flights booked for Europe. We arrive in Barcelona on May 1st at around 2.30 pm and will spend about 4/5 days before we move on to Granada and then Italy, nothing is set in rock. Georgie has been wanting to get back to Italy for 40 years since she was 20 so she’s pretty excited. I’d love to find a place to stay in Barcelona that isn’t too far from you. We’ll be roaming the streets like star struck kids but I’d love to be able to be close to your neck of the woods so we can spend some time together. I’ll have to start looking for accomodation for the whole trip soon. If you have any ideas or can point us in the right direction I’d really appreciate it. We’ll be on a pretty tight budget and only really need a place to sleep in so I’m not looking for anything too flash as long as there is a decent bed and an interesting neighbourhood.

I’ll give you a call soon.

Gary

Tuesday January 3, 2023

The lack of money is going to become a huge situation in our lives. The events of the past two days have ended in a fucking disaster of immense repercussions. I am terrified of having no money. I am terrified of being controlled by money. If I am to be honest with myself, I am terrified of being in a situation where Georgie can be 100% in control of financial decisions that will result in me losing all control. I am terrified of getting into an argument with Georgie, they end in violence, accusations and take days to get over. I am terrified that I have never worked out a way to be more in control of any of this. I feel like a cornered rat when these situations occur and they are pretty much always about money.

What’s going to matter is the way I respond. At this point I don’t know how to. I have no fucking idea. If we fight like this over a couple of thousand dollars and we have decades of life left in us with no income we are fucked.

I have a couple of fears that I have to get a grip on.

First one is my health. I am due to have another PET Scan on January 17. This will be my first hurdle. If I could do it earlier it would make life so much easier. I have something going on that I have my attention on and that is fatigue and brain fog. I get light headed and every now and again it feels like my brain’s electrical system has a momentary glitch. 

I had created an illusion that I breezed through the past 2 years after I was diagnosed with cancer. I had put all of the bad times in a “lead box” which isn’t necessarily a bad thing but in recent times my confidence in myself, in my health hasn’t been 100% and it needs to be 100%.

I have now created a problem. In this case it’s simple. The problem is simply that we have a client who has paid $3000 for 2 prints. I want to pay the money to The Framing Co. and Georgie wants to use it to pay our personal bills. I believe that using it for ourselves is unethical, Georgie doesn’t. If I can reach an agreement with her to put the money somewhere were we cannot spend it then the problem would cease to exist. Everything else is a diversion. The only way to solve this problem is to get an agreement to do this.

This is the one flaw in our relationship. It’s the weak link in an otherwise almost perfect union. We have never really resolved whatever it is that underlies this.

I probably need to do a long term danger condition. I’ve got to do something, otherwise it’s like sweeping the mess under the carpet where it will fester.

Wednesday January 4, 2023

We got over yesterdays hurdle without pretty much any drama. I’m back on a train this morning on my way to South Yarra for my first HBOT in about 4 weeks. I’m starting to believe anecdotally that this break has been noticeable in the way my body is working. This is just a feeling though based on circumstantial evidence and observation.

My big win for this year is that I have actually started work on my book. Who knows what will become of it, I sure as hell don’t. I don’t even know where to go to take it to the next step. That will come and I’ll get over each barrier as they present themselves.

For now I need to write the about section which I’ll have a go at beginning now.

My name is Gary Collier. I was born in 1952 in the mid baby boomer period. I’m happy with the life that I have lived, tried to not get stuck in time warps and l am constantly trying to expose myself to new ideas, research and information that will help me understand how to live a better, healthier and happier life in my own eyes while allowing others to get on with their lives and beliefs. 

My life turned a corner in early 2019 when I was forced to make drastic positive changes to my lifestyle and general attitude toward my health, lifestyle and relationships.

In November 2020 I was diagnosed with what appeared to be malignant head and neck cancer but the oncologists were never able to find the primary location in my body where the cancer originated. Whichever way you look at it I had cancer and my life was threatened. It is now a bit over 2 years later and For all purposes I am cancer free. The protocols that I used were a mix of traditional standard of care and alternative treatments that I used because I did not want to subject my body to the side effects of the treatment. This worked for me and this is the day to day story of my journey.

For many years I have enjoyed writing although I don’t consider myself to be a writer. I just chat with myself and anyone who cares to read my words.

This book is a blow by blow, day to day record of my cancer experience, my responses, my treatments, my fears and just about everything in between. I’m hoping that it’s interesting enough to read and maybe to pursue if you find yourself being subjected to the super scary words “I’m sorry but you have cancer”.

OK, that’s a rough beginning and I’m happy that I have begun, this can be edited as time goes on and the book moves forward.

My strategy is to just put all the raw words in place and then to start self editing and from there to get some sort of professional advice on what to do next.

One big lesson I learned yesterday is about recovery time. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. I believe, based on my own life experience, that the main thing in life is not to stay away from trouble so much as to learn how to recover from the effects and consequences of life’s experiences. The goal that I have is to arrive back in the present where the only enemy most of the time are your one own thoughts and considerations. All the shitty little shrivelled up voices that make you act like golem if you don’t recognise that they are not you but some sort of negative energy that you have to distance yourself from. In other words I now even more firmly believe that my main tool is my ability to recognise that I am simple “me” and that I am connected to but seperate from pretty much everything that isn’t me. This includes my reactions, my memories, my programming, the sensations that I experience, pain, perceptions …. The works. If I can focus then I have a chance of becoming a “master of my own universe”.

I’ve just finished my second session of HBOT for the day and now I’m having my lunch. Holy shit, I just had a haircut next door to OxyMed. It cost me $74. I almost choked, that’s  the same as 6 haircuts in Bali. It costs a shitload to walk out the front door. Then I went to eat, I thought I’d splurge and get some lamb and a green salad for $21 but the waitress asked for $26 after which I kindly declined the meal and went next door and bought some fish.

A Blast From The Past

Back in 1983 or maybe it was in 1986, I’m not certain, there was a pub called Beggars Bush just across the bridge over the Tjampuan River. If you visit Ubud now the old bridge is still there but is  in disuse after being replaced by a new 2 lane bridge a couple of decades ago. I had recollections of the road being unmade but thought I was kidding myself. I often wondered what became of the pub or where it was actually located. I never thought of taking a photo of it back then. The hotel was owned by a guy named Victor Mason who died this week aged 85. Amongst other things Victor organized Bali Bird Walks and wrote several books. I just received an email from Bali Update this week who published the picture of the pub as well as an obituary of sorts. This solves a mystery for me as I often wondered where the pub had been in relation to Zest and the Tjampuan Bridge. This location is so close to our villa and it’s great to solve the mystery.

Thursday January 5, 2023

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2023 is like a runaway train, on thew other side of things though there are still 360 days left to get up to some sort of mischief and adventure.

The trick right now is to focus on those tasks that are important and that will allow us to arrive in Bali on January 31, stress free. So today I’ll write one of my predictable lists that I will then systematically tick off.

Something has changed this morning, I feel energized and the brain fog seems to have dissipated somewhat. Maybe that’s an end result of yesterdays oxygen therapy sessions. Yes, it was great to get out on the trains again yesterday back into the inner city where I am reminded that there actually are people living in Melbourne. Our suburban existence in Melbourne has many positives and an equal amount of negatives.

My house is like a mausoleum in the mornings. Finn is asleep as is Georgie and even though its almost 8am, half way through the morning in Bali, I’m sneaking around the house like a thief in the temple.

I had a long video chat to Joe Llatse last night. I’m surprised how actually having a body visually in front of you can make such a difference. We didn’t talk about anything in particular just free flowing communication which was really nice. No commitments with Joey, just pure friendship.

I’ll do a bit more work on my book today as well as doing a few things that Georgie wants to get done.

“A” rang this morning at 7.15 but because the house was like a mausoleum I couldn’t really talk to her. She’s on the move again from the west coast to the east. Her flight has been delayed so it looks like she is holed up in a hotel in Las Vegas for a day extra. It’s a cold winter in the US.

Friday January 6, 2023

We are at the midway mark of our summer in Melbourne. It’s working out to be OK.

Hangovers

I am extraordinarily pleased and happy to report that I haven’t endured a hangover for almost 4 years. There is one simple reason for this and that is that I haven’t touched alcohol since February 14, 2019, that’s 1422 days. I’m pretty certain that I never will allow it to pass my lips again during my life. For reasons not fully understood by me I spent around 30 years of my life subjecting myself to hangovers, especially between 2000 and 2019. There is nothing worse than “regaining consciousness” after a bad nights sleep and realising that you feel like absolute shit in a totally poisoned body that is struggling to metabolise the toxic crap you put in your body the night before. From my perspective alcohol is a life shattering addiction that unfortunately is tolerated by governments around the world mainly because of all of the tax revenue that they rely on from the industry.

At the risk of sounding incredibly conservative my viewpoint is that making it more and more unattractive in the eyes of society is the way to go. We’ve done this with cigarettes and tobacco so why can’t we do this with alcohol.

I’m pretty certain that most reformed alcoholics would have this same viewpoint.

A hangover refers to a set of symptoms that occur as a consequence of drinking too much. Typical symptoms include fatigue, weakness, thirst, headache, muscle aches, nausea, stomach pain, vertigo, sensitivity to light and sound, anxiety, irritability, sweating, and increased blood pressure.

To me that sounds worse than covid 19! If we were willing to allow our governments to close down the world over the past few years to seemingly stop the spread of covid then why can’t we do something about the harmful effects of alcohol on society. 

I’m not going to go into what happens to our bodies when we have a hangover but here is a simple article. I’m certain that there is enough valid information out there for each and every one of us to do their own research.

In the U.S alone it appears that about 95,000 people die from alcohol related illness each year making it the third largest preventable cause of death in the United States. 

According to VicHeath :

“Alcohol harm in Australia is significant. More than 5,500 lives are lost every year and more than 150,000 people are hospitalised making alcohol one of our nation’s greatest preventative health challenges.”

Those figures are up there with covid related deaths and hospitalization. Is it cognitive dissonance or is it another case of money comes first? If you think I’m bullshitting then you must read this report.

I wake up most mornings these days feeling pretty good and if I don’t it’s usually pretty easy to work out what went wrong, usually eating too late, bad sleep, illness. You can usually isolate what you did wrong the day or night before. But for years I woke up feeling like I had a large smelly, warm and wet Labrador sitting on my face. A good enough reason for anybody to want to pull the blankets back over their head and justify not getting out of bed.

I’m sure most people have experienced at least one hangover in their lives. Just imagine having one every morning! And yes, I’m certain that there is a relatively large cohort that experiences just this.

It is time that any compassionate and civilised government needs to work out a pragmatic strategy to lower the use of alcohol amongst it’s citizens. Me personally, I’d rather see marijuana, mushrooms and hallucogenics legalized and alcohol banned if people need stimulation beyond their natural state or an escape from the physically and emotionally painful and mundane lives that a lot of people unfortunately live.

Mind you. There are other options which I have discovered over the past 4 years. The main gist of which is  a healthy diet, good sleep and loads of exercise amongst other natural protocols.

Saturday January 7, 2023

After a 2 month hiatus we are finally back at Red Hill, our 5 acre holiday shack in the hinterland of the Mornington Peninsula.

The weather is mild, sky is blue with a few fluffy clouds.

“A” has arrived in Boston, on the East Coast of the U.S after about 20 days in California. 

I got the van loaded up yesterday with a whole lot of old prints to store at Red Hill in our shed. Big job but ti made a big difference to the state of the big double garage at home.

I’ve had an idea to get our house on AirBnB for the duration of our trip to Bali. The only barriers will be Finn’s reaction, which has to be handleable using a certain amount of diplomacy and the money and time it will take to get it ready to list. On a positive note it will mean that we can make money while we are away. If we could pull in $6000 I would be in heaven. It’s a big project but one well worth considering. I must make a list of items that we will need, like queen size sheets, fixing dish washer, cleaning fridges etc.

It looks like Bali has dropped its mandate on essential vaccination to get into the country which is a huge relief in regard to Finn and our upcoming trip in February. Georgie found something on instagram last night that looked like the mandate had been dropped. If this is true then all is well. The next thing that I need to do re Bali is to do my figures in regard to the second home visa and how much money we could potentially save when you take the lower price of hyperbaric at Kasih Abu Hospital into account. I’ll do that this week and then get onto Ocky for more details.

It’s 10.37 now in the morning so after my writing session I will drive the van up the hill and unload into the shed then we’ll be free to do as we please for the rest of the day.

Blood Sugar 5 – Ketones .7 Time 10.40 a.m, after a bullet proof coffee.

I’m back on a better version of the ketogenic diet, not as extreme as it was when I had cancer but it’s OK and for the past 2 tests I have been in ketosis. I also realized this morning that I may have a B12 deficiency. I need to get vitamins and supplements organised for Bali.

That’s it for today. Nothing philosophical is coming out. I’m intellectually constipated.

Sunday January 8, 2023

I went to a 60th Birthday party last night. It was to celebrate the birthday of my newly re-discovered cousin’s wife, Constance. As we arrived I didn’t quite know what to expect, even when we went into the house. I tend to look around at the assembled people to make some sort of judgment about what to assume will happen in the ensuing hours. Well, I learned that this form of judgement is a crock of shit. What followed in the coming hours was an exceptional party with great food (which I couldn’t eat). Buckets of wine and champagne ( that I couldn’t drink) and loads of people. Interesting people who had connections to Roger and Constance from all walks of life, all age groups, people who you could have a great conversation with.

I met Roger’s daughters, Kelly and Samantha who were born in the 60s and early 70s when he was married to a girl called Lynne who I met in the late 1960s when I had my first job in the Display Dept at Myer Chadstone. Funny thing is last night is only the fourth time that I can recall meeting Roger. My Dad’s side of the family was fragmented and not at all close. My cousins, Aunties and Uncles remained as a mystery to me as did so many things about my father’s life. My 2 Auntie’s stayed in Bendigo while my father and his brother Robert ended up in Melbourne. It’s strange how things work out. I touched base with 2 of my cousins from George’s sister Dorothy about a year ago but this didn’t really go anywhere. We talked about some childhood memories but things didn’t go much further. It might be different with Roger, we seem to have a lot more in common. Both of us are married to women considerably younger than we are and both of us have sons in their early 20s. Constance is an ever surprising person. When I first met her I thought she was pretty conservative but nothing could be further than the truth. There are so many aspects of life that we are on the same page about.

All in all Georgie and I had a ball at the party, really interesting conversations, dancing, meeting relatives for the first time.

Another family day today. Claire and her man Will are coming to visit us this afternoon.

Monday January 9, 2023

Perfect summer morning in Melbourne. I’ve got that summer holiday lethargy happening, that stuck in the house because there is no reason to go anywhere feeling. If I wasn’t such an “Eveready Bunny” this would be perfectly acceptable but I tend to punish myself if I don’t get in a certain amount of exercise and activity. The ideas of having adventures in Melbourne and heading of on train trips are fast fading away as the departure date for Bali looms in the foreseeable future.

As much as I would love to prepare our house for AirBnB it may be a bit pie in the sky, having said that anything is possible and this could be an amazing way of capitalising on our asset as well as making some money to a) keep the house maintained and b) make some more money toward our European holiday.

Talking about AirBnB our current guests move out tomorrow and we don’t have anymore bookings at the villa until we arrive. It’s time to do some serious “deciding” that we magically pull in some big bookings before we arrive. I would truly be happy if we could book every single day out, something to aspire toward.

Claire and Will came to visit yesterday 

I made pizzas in the new pizza oven and made sure there were lots of treats and drinks to get us through the afternoon. We sat down on the swimming pool deck which turned out to be perfect. Claire is 4 1/2 months pregnant. The next section is a note I am sending to “A” to let her know.

Hi Lis Claire and Will came to visit yesterday afternoon which was pretty cool. She’s really doing well and it looks like their relationship is pretty strong. I made pizzas in the little pizza oven that Mel gave me for Christmas and watched everyone eating them, although I did make one of those almond flour numbers later that night to try to get a bit of gratification but I would have been better of without it. She’s 4 1/2 months pregnant but apart from her putting on a few kilos you can’t notice it yet. She’s been pretty sick with morning sickness etc but thinks it is almost over now. Baby is due in June. Her skin isn’t looking great but I kept my big mouth shut and didn’t offer any advice. Will is such a nice guy. We should get together with them when you get back if you can fit it in. How is Boston? I hope you are having a wonderful adventure. Did Bobby get back to you with a decision? I hope so!! Summer has kicked in and I’m feeling a bit lethargic. I’m heading off to the dentist in malvern this afternoon to get my new set of invisiline retainers. Georgie is totally immersed in research for our Italian trip in May. We still haven’t 100% worked out the itinerary which I’m happy with. Spoke to Claire and Will about their trip there last year and they had a few good pointers and suggestions. Hey, can you give me your Bali dates so I can block out the villa just in case we get tempted to rent it out while we are there (which is unlikely but anything is possible). Went to a party a my cousins house to celebrate his wife’s 60th birthday (Roger and Constance) I met his daughters and son, one daughter wears Robert Collier’s gold ring with his initials on it. The party turned out to be fabulous. Loads of interesting people, mainly on the same page as you and me. Had some really interesting conversations. They even had their son DJing with really loud music and everyone was in a frenzy dancing. As I said, I was surprised. Roger has a similar personality to me, it must be a Collier thing … very strange. Enjoy your time in Boston Lis. I hope it’s magical. Love Dad

I got through most of the day yesterday without eating any carbs but towards the end of the afternoon I ate some watermelon and then a few crackers. I paid for that last night. My heart rate went up and my HRV went down, I woke up feeling not too great. Overall I have proven conclusively to myself that both gluten and carbs are my nemesis. I’ll check out my blood sugar and ketones in a few minutes.

It’s time to get on with my summer morning. I’ll start by putting my clothes away and cleaning out the bedroom. It’s hot enough to have sweat dripping down my body so it really is summer in Melbourne.

Tuesday January 10, 2023

I’ve had my new invisaline retainers on my teeth for the past 16 hours and boy is it a challenge. This lot, which is #7 seem to be a whole new ball game. I’ve taken them out this morning so I can drink a coffee but they will be back in shortly. It’s a bit like having my torturer ease off for a few minutes before he gets back into causing more pain.

I managed to get 13,000 steps in yesterday which puts my monthly average at around 11,000 which is OK but not enough considering November was 18,000 and December was 13,500. My sleep score is averaging at 88, having been 87 in December and 91 in November when we were in Bali. My challenge is how to keep up the scores when I’m in Melbourne. Then there’s my diet! Not good at the moment.

That’s enough about my body for the day. I’m going to the gym at 1 pm.

I’m feeling a bit empty of philosophical thoughts, problems, challenges and even viewpoints today. The world is still a complex place and I need to keep an eye on areas of interest.

I’ve had my curiosity sparked in regard to investing in lithium. Some due diligence is called for.

Wednesday January 11, 2023

I got a glimpse, a momentary and fleeting moment of cognizance last night of the potential of what it is like to lose the current reality, to give up the physical universe and to have no alternative but to accept whatever the outcome is or isn’t. Once again it is a lesson on gratitude and appreciating what I have right now. Not in the past, not in the future but right now.

The reality of the physical universe will continue well after I have shed this body, my possessions will continue to persist as I experienced last Saturday night when Roger’s daughter showed me the gold ring that once belonged to my  paternal Grandfather, Robert Collier.

All of us who have been given the gift of life have to face this reality. I tell you now, it’s better to have existed than to not exist at all. What a crazy conundrum life is.

Had a great talk to “A” yesterday. She is still in Boston and is leaving soon to head back to Sacramento in an overnight train, first class mind you. Good on her. Then she will drive to pick up Bobby and head off to Yosemite, which Finn told me he always thought was pronounced “Yo – Sam – Ite” which makes perfect sense. The place where Ansell Adams took some of the beautiful B and W photographs of the wilderness.

Hi Leon I just heard from Allissa as she hurtles across the U.S on an overnight train. I am so completely sorry to hear about your brother’s passing, Lis had already told me about the incredible work he did to battle against his adversary. I had been thinking about my own mortality last night and realized what a gift this short but magical ride we are on is and how we all owe it to ourselves to make the most of every second. Fucked if I know what it all means but we all face the same fate. My condolences for your loss my friend. I feel for you and your Mum. It’s such a challenging moment to face and deal with.

Gary

Thursday January 12, 2023

The days are roaring by. There are 19 days until we embark on our Bali trip. I’m at home today until later this afternoon when we have to make a trip across to Thornbury to take some paintings to a customer who has a gift certificate. I’ll do some work on the book project and a few urgent tasks and just overall enjoy the day.

Wild rollercoaster ride last night in Dreamland, the images have faded into obscurity but they involved strange markets, music, dancing and diarrhoea, vomiting and other very, strange and exceptionally weird occurrences. It all sort of makes sense in a bizzare way but as usual I have no intention of trying to decipher the fractured images.

I fasted until about 3 pm yesterday and had a half decent lunch but fucked up later when I ate a whole lot of keto treats and got so full that I didn’t eat any dinner. No nutrition and quite possibly not enough protein.

The muscles in my legs are still hurting from the workout I did on Tuesday. Very interesting how such simple exercises could create such havoc. I’ll try to do a circuit again later today.

I had a pretty good talk to Malcom (Oxygen) yesterday. I’m pretty committed to giving him a week at the villa at some stage. I’ll just have to work out some dates in low season and let him know when it’s going to be available. He’s giving me a great deal with my HBOT and I owe him although I’ve done a pretty good job of making his business look good.

I’ve just got the news that one of my all time favourite guitarists has passed. Jeff Beck has fallen to bacterial meningitis aged 78. I feel like I’ve been bashed with a lead mallet. His guitar sang. He caressed it as he played. Nobody could come close to emulating the nuances of his playing. The music world is drained of another huge talent. He never became a dinosaur, he kept on innovating and often featured amazing female musicians in his band. He always looked forward and based on the interviews I have watched over the years he was a lovely guy.

Friday January 13, 2023

I’ve got water in my right ear which is driving me crazy.

This morning I am still obsessing about the death of Jeff Beck, possibly my favourite guitar player of all time. Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.

It’s the afternoon now on a very hot summer’s day. The King’s daughter died today. By the King I mean Elvis Presley who himself died at the incredibly young age of 42 or thereabouts in 1977 of a heart attack brought on by prescription drugs. His daughter Lisa Marie also died from a heart attack at the age of 54, she was a mother of 4 children and a one time Scientologist. The chances of her death being vaccine related are pretty damn high. Sad. Shocking but nowhere near as much as my loss for Jeff Beck but I’ve got to let that go and put my attention on those who are still alive. His heritage will always be there in his music.

I’m about to head off to the gym to do my new workout. I went for a walk with Finn a while ago but now it’s the yard yard part.

“A” went through Salt lake City and Denver on her pan-American train trip bound for glory and the storms in California.

Saturday January 14, 2023

When cancer has become a part of your life, even after you’ve defeated it the need to be vigilant is always still there. That tiny bit of uncertainty can easily lead to irrational thought and trepidation. This especially happens just before the yearly PET scan or CTC test. The tests tell the truth but until the results come back there is always a chance of the mystery kicking in. Like anything in life that you are not 100% in control of the trick is to adopt the attitude that “what will be will be”. There’s no point in spending all of your time worrying about the house burning down after you have taken all the precautions that are possible. I think the trick is to simply review the actions that you are taking and compare them to what you should be doing and lessen the gap between these two.

Like any defeated enemy there is always the chance of retribution so looking at things objectively it’s all a matter of management. On top of all of this the end result of worry is stress which increases cortisol which in turns can create conditions that weaken your resolve and overall health. The secret is to lower inflammation, keep insulin spikes under control, not eat hardly any junk or processed food and conversely eat the right balance of macros and nutrition, continue to do oxygen and exercise including resistance training plus anything else that has been successful in the past.

Having said all of that, my next PET scan is coming up on Tuesday next week. Back to Monash Hospital where it all began back in late 2020. I’ll stay positive until then.

The most obvious thing to do when it comes to nutrition and what goes into my mouth is to stop buying processed “health” foods, to stop kidding myself that it’s OK to eat this shit just because it states that it is Keto friendly. What a pack of bullshit! I know the correct fuel that needs to go into my mouth and I know its purpose. It’s simply a matter of personal ethics.

Sunday January 15, 2023

Changing your mind should be celebrated. People call each other out over past contradictory statements like it’s a big gotcha or a sign of hypocrisy and fraud. Maybe sometimes, but much more often it’s a sign of growth, humility, and willingness to learn and integrate new info.

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Changing one’s perspective shows a willingness to explore different possibilities. I’m guilty of holding on tight to old viewpoints and ideas but eventually I am willing to change when presented with apparently refutable facts. The thing is that nothing is that solid that it will remain true for ever.

The biggest factor though is the source and quality of the data and information that you are using to reach your conclusions. People have their own vested interests and biases which can colour viewpoints and findings and it is pretty easy to be convinced of something based on flawed or compromised data.

The main tools we have as individuals is our willingness to be open to new ideas, the ability to source good quality research and data, digging to find any affiliations the person offering up the data may have that could possibly add bias to it, one’s ability and intelligence to decipher and understand the information that is being presented and possibly most importantly a willingness to always remain objective and to reassess what you already believe to be true or workable.

Nothing is set in stone. I may not be eloquent enough to explain my next concept but I’ll give it a go. Somehow we always have to make our new assessments in the present without filtering one’s conclusion through old data. It’s OK to compare the new data to the old data but quite often, from my experience anyway, the potential to alloy one’s conclusion and subject oneself to cognitive dissonance comes about when you make a new decision or reach a new viewpoint based on mixing it all up together of filtering the new data through the haze of the old viewpoints or beliefs.

While on the subject of “belief”, I think it is OK to believe in something without too much evidence or a strong logical and reasoned foundation as long as you stay open to other possibilities and also that you don’t run around trying to convince others that your “beliefs” are the only possibility or that they are true.

Without applying this to one’s life there is no chance of evolving. I once read a line “Certainty is the enemy of change.” I’m sure that if I debated this with a great orator I could be made to look silly but for now I’m sticking with that viewpoint. 

I have lived long enough to have the luxury of looking back at my life and observing my own beliefs and certainties over a period of 70 years. I’m happy within myself to accept that anything that I currently believe to be true may be challenged and it’s validity questioned.

In this wonderful age of information I now have access to countless different viewpoints, research and data. It’s up to me to apply my own principles to this information to assess it’s validity.

In the end all that seems to matter is the overall survival and forward progress of a species in an ethical and potentially peaceful direction. On a cellular level there exists a process called apoptosis which defined simply is programmed cell death. The old and compromised cells die so that new ones can take over to improve the quality of life and the new one’s consume the waste left over from the dead ones as fuel.

It’s fabulous to be able to have one’s own beliefs and viewpoints. We have a moral obligation to disseminate them thoughtfully and ethically and to not try to dominate or control others or use our beliefs as weapons to forward one’s own well being without taking into account the well being of those around you.

Monday January 16, 2023

I have my attention on 2 areas this morning. Firstly, my PET scan tomorrow and secondly our agreement with Gary and Rosie in regard to Komang.

As far as the PET scan goes I just need to wait for the results and not put too much attention on it.

The second one is a bit more complex based on the inadequate communication.

Hi Gary

Based on your communication last week about Komang working for you on Monday and Tuesday (2 days a week) we formally gave him 4 days work a week so he had job security and certainty about his future. I waited until last Tuesday after you had the discussion with him when you offered him 2 days a week before I made my offers to him. I also paid him the balance of the galungan bonus that was unpaid (600,000 IDR) and paid him for kuningan day (last Saturday). As far as he knows he is working for us Wednesday-Saturday each week and we have worked out schedules and projects based on this. So when you sent the message last night I got confused. Do you want to change back to the original agreement of 3 days each week on a permanent basis? It’s pretty important that we agree to stable hours and days for him so he knows what’s happening and we can all make our weekly plans. We should also come to some sort of agreement re future Galungan bonuses so he knows what to expect from each of us. From my understanding the standard bonus each galungan is 50% of the monthly wage. Can you have a look at this and let me know so the schedule is stable and clear for both us and him.

So that’s sent now. Hopefully I won’t have to worry about clarifying things anymore and I really need to just chill out about Gary and his idiosyncrasies. My reaction to the chopping and changing is obviously based on our “confrontation” back when I got a bit upset on the last trip. I’m bigger than that and in the bigger picture it doesn’t matter in the slightest. All that really matters is that Komang has a stable job and knows what to expect.

I had a great workout yesterday. I felt on top of the world by the time I got to the gym with Finn at around 6 o’clock. I will give the gym another go today.

Melanie and Trinidad came for lunch which turned out to be pretty good. I made pizzas, Mel brought a salad and Kaye rocked up at about 4 pm which worked out really well. A social day with a bit of mild exercise thrown in although I started off with a bit of brain fog and light headedness.

I’ve got a big list today which I will go over and make a plan.

Georgie is in the thick of making bookings for our European trip in May hence the following note to Joe Llatse.

Hi Joe Summer in Melbourne is in full flight. We’ve 2 weeks in Melbourne until we leave for Bali again. Finn is coming with us this time …. 6 weeks. Then it’s back to Melbourne for about 6 weeks and then Spain and Italy. Georgie is thick in the middle of booking accomodation is I thought it might be time to ask you what your thoughts are. Our budget is up to $200 Australian a night which I know isn’t a lot but we are away for 6 weeks and I’m still relying on magic to happen for the money to miraculously appear. We arrive in Barcelona  on May 1 and will leave on May 6 for Granada. All we are looking for is a decent bed, internet, a table to write at, some sort of basic kitchen if possible, a half decent location …. Walking is a bonus for us so it doesn’t even need to be in the thick of things although it would be cool to be near you. We can send money if it needs to be paid up front.

I’m doing my yearly PET Scan tomorrow so fingers crossed that I killed all the little fuckers and didn’t leave any to start multiplying, I feel pretty good so overall I’m optimistic. Hey, Fred Klemick sent me an old clip that was taken at an org news years eve party back in the early 90s when we were still allowed to have fun at New Years Eve events. Have a look, it’s fun seeing old faces from 30 years ago. Gary

Tuesday January 17, 2023

I’ve just returned from my second personal training session with Jared at my local gym. So far so good. It’s been an eye opener to have a disciplined and planned work out to do and it is quite deceptive insofar as it looks easy but when you do 3 sets the muscles start burning and screaming. The next step is repetition, over and over to train my body how to do the exercises with good form and slowly increase the reps and weights to attain the desired result.

The rest of my morning is about waiting to head off to Moorabbin Hospital to do my third or fourth PET scan, not certain which number it is to be honest. Overall I’m optimistic. My chances of getting an all clear are pretty damn good I’d say. I would be lying if I said that I’m not a bit nervous, of course I am. The good thing is that Sam is usually fast getting back to me with the results as soon as he gets them.

Georgie is still diligently working through the itinerary of our Spanish and Italian trip in May working on securing places to stay which fall within our limited budget. So far she’s doing a great job. The only factor which may change things is if we win the lottery which is possible in a perfect world.

Wednesday January 18, 2023

I am in wait mode but not anxious. Hopefully Dr Sam Leung will get back to me later this morning with an interpretation of the PET scan I did yesterday for cancer. I have my fingers crossed and my optimism is pretty high although I have to admit that the small amount of uncertainty is dragging my attention a little bit.

I can feel the effects of yesterdays new workout in my muscles this morning. I’ll just have to bide my time and do as much as I can. Today I will be walking a bit as I’m heading off to get my oxygen at 12.30, then I’m meeting Georgie and Finn at the hairdresser. That’s right ….. Finn is getting a haircut today, a momentous occasion.

I’ve put on a small amount of weight since Christmas. It was slightly jarring to see the scales hit 80 kg. Time to do that danger condition that I talked about a few days ago. Something that is a good tool to get back on track.

Step 1.

The habits and routines that I am getting into are to buy “keto friendly” low carb treats justifying that they are low carb and consequently OK to consume when I know that this isn’t the case. I get a sort of strange version of FOMO when I see these on sale at NQR and do that “one last time” thing that I used to do with alcohol. What happens next is that I do my intermittent fasting and don’t have any proper food in the house so I eat this stuff as a substitute for real food, get full on them and then don’t need to eat the nutritious food that I really need for my body to function as it should. The other thing that happens is that I kid myself that because these foods are so called low carb I overeat, that is … I eat past the point of hunger and go into “Mouth Pleasure” mode. This includes low carb protein bars, low carb drinks, low carb ice cream. The thing is, if they are in the house then I am tempted to eat them. If they are not accessible then I don’t. Throughout my disciplined period I was always prepared. I thought about what I would need when I wasn’t at home and left home prepared. I also had the correct foods in the refrigerator so I could eat when meal times came around, plus I had food precooked, like soups.

The thing is, what I need to change is to cut out buying processed low carb treats and even the crackers I buy for Georgie which can become tempting when they are in the house and available. The other thing I need to do is to prepare myself food for each day and make certain I have whole, nutritious appropriate food in the house which is ready to eat when I am hungry. No excuses, no being controlled by the “voices” in my head. I can even work out some foods that I can eat daily like a protein drink, an electrolyte drink, a bulletproof coffee, 2 eggs, a packet of green leaves, a tablespoon of olive oil and work out the macros for these using the cronometer app. I will also create a rough schedule and have beginning and cut off times for when I eat.

Step 2

I will begin this today. I need to weigh myself each day, curb my desire to be tempted by so called low carb treats and eat enough healthy and nutritious food so I am satisfied all of the time and not tempted to eat snacks. That’s the thing, the food I eat needs to act like a slow burning log on an open fire.

I need to have a goal to get my weight down by 3-5 kg and decrease my viscersal fat by going into ketosis and not overeat fat. There’s a balance there somewhere. 

Subcutaneous fat makes up most of our bodily fat and is found under the skin. This is the body’s method of storing energy for later use. Visceral fat is found in the abdomen amongst the major organs. It can be very dangerous in high levels.

Step 3

I am aware that I currently need to reduce the fat on my body, stop eating unnecessary, unhealthy processed foods to build up my muscle density and strength. This will mean eating low carb, high fat and enough protein to recover from my workouts.

Step 4

Self discipline. I’ve done this before and I know that I can do it. It’s all about self control and being aware of what the best actions are for my long term health and fitness. It’s about curbing my desires and checking myself when tempted, reminding myself of my goal to age gracefully and be in good shape for the rest of my life able to do any physical activity that I choose to, waking up feeling good and going to bed at an appropriate time.

Step 5

This step is about organisation. As I said earlier, I need structure, planning and preparation. Having beginning and cut off times for eating, planning my intermittent fasting around workouts and protein intake, having nutritious food ready to eat when I am hungry or out from home, eating some fibre, more fish and good quality supplements.

I just got the call from Sam, my radiologist. Such relief. The PET scan shows no sign of any cancer. The phone rang and I saw his name on the screen. I fumbled like a novice fisherman trying to hold on to a fish that kept slipping through my fingers to get my earphones turned off so I could take the call and I’m sure my heart rate and cortisol levels rose. Why was he calling? Why didn’t he just send a text? Was it bad news? After three attempts to answer the phone I finally got back to him and although the phone kept cutting in and out due to me being on a train, I heard what sounded like the word “normal”. And that’s what the outcome was. No sign of cancer. The PET scan is a pretty thorough test and it looks like I have another reprieve. I have to admit that I am so bloody relieved. My optimism paid off again, my hard work resulted in positive results. All the time, all the money. It has all been worthwhile. 

Extras For Today

A communication to my sister.

Hi Ginge

Thanks Ginge for being willing to share all that personal stuff with me. I know I have a reputation for blurting out things about myself which is true but I’ve been trained by Allissa not to say things. I’m not even allowed to mention her name in my blog or diary and especially cannot tell Melanie anything about what we talk about. Sometimes Mel gets some of  it out of me but overall I’m pretty damn safe these days when it’s other peoples confidential stuff.

You poor thing having to bear all that worry for so many years. I’m not going to give you any opinions but I would love it if you would read a blogpost I did at the beginning of last year (just as information). I am happy to try to help Jake lose weight with advice and information but will not say or do anything without being asked and totally understand if you don’t want it (my help). To do it properly is bloody hard and takes a huge amount of self discipline.

Thursday January 19, 2023

It’s almost 24 hours since I received the wonderful phone call from Sam, my radiologist to give me the amazing news that I have the all clear on cancer. I’m not going to take this for granted, now is the time to strengthen my resolve and my efforts to stay healthy , strong and cancer free.

I slept in until 8.50am this morning replete with wild dreams of train rides, tram rides, strange friendly people and somewhat exotic locations. I wonder if other people have such lucid dreams? 

The first thing that I did when I got up after making my bullet proof coffee was to book my birthday lunch at Starfish Blu in Seminyak. I’m sure Finn will enjoy this as much as we did the first time we ever went there in August this year. The funny thing was that I started booking this on Monday but decided against it just in case I found out that I was riddled with cancer and we had to cancel our trip to Bali. It’s strange and weird what negativity can do to you, how you fill the vacuum with complete crap. It’s so important to remain being “a half glass full person”.

Today I have a free day. I will walk with Georgie and work out with Finn. I will sauna, vibrate, eat well and generally have a chilled out day while calmly working on my lists that I have written to have a smooth transition between Melbourne and Bali.

BTW, Finn had his hair cut yesterday. It looks fabulous. Stage one in the direction of a new life.

Friday January 20, 2023

A slight breeze, gently swaying trees with green leaves, a blue sky, a cup of bullet proof coffee and Vivaldi’s Concerto for 2 Oboes … that is what I have around me as I start my day, albeit a bit late. Interestingly enough I discovered that butter is a great source of Vitamin A which is a great help to the immune system, what’s butter got to do with anything this morning? Well it’s in my bulletproof coffee.

Our booking for the eight days prior to arriving in Bali fell through yesterday. How sad is that! Now we have to pull off some other miracle to put together some money before we leave Melbourne in 11 days. Optimistically, I know that anything is possible.

I’ve been better with my diet over the past 2 days. I made some roast potatoes for Finn to go with his dinner last night which looked and smelt amazing but temptation didn’t get in my way. All of the keto treats are out of the house now and it’s impossible to get any such thing in Bali so for the next 2 months I will be on the straight and narrow apart from Sunday February 5 which is the day that I celebrate my 71st birthday. 

Most of my peers are now in their 8th decade and some are entering their 9th. Wow, who would have ever thought that present time would include me as a 71 year old. It’s OK because I feel pretty great all considering and my viewpoints are still quite flexible, my curiosity is possibly greater than it has been at any point in my life and I’m happy most of the time.

I’m not certain whether there is any correlation but over the past 2 nights my sleep quality has been a lot better and this morning I am feeling far more energetic. I wonder if cutting out the extra carbs has made an impact? Plus, I’ve been having more protein. My creatine and Whey isolate arrived yesterday from a new supplier.

We are heading off to Red Hill on Sunday and will catch up with a few friends, new and old. I’ve also got to find a John Martono silk that a client wants to buy. Fingers crossed that we still have it!!

Today. I don’t really have too much of an idea of what I will do today. I might go to Bunnings and purchase veggie plants for our garden seeing that Claire and Will are staying at Mooroolbark on and off during the 6 weeks that we will be in Bali, they can water the gardens and keep everything alive and growing well. I will definitely go for a walk with Georgie, hopefully a long one. Earlier rather than later and I’ll start to pack for Bali. 

Life is pretty good even though we have no money. Thank god for optimism.

Georgie is still spending a good portion of each day researching and booking apartments for our May/June trip to Europe.

One thing that I have to be careful of at this stage of my life is “opinion”. There are many seemingly intelligent and articulate people on YouTube and other social media platforms espousing their viewpoints, observations and ideas. The algorithm knows exactly what I want to see and hear. Music and current affairs with a bit of health, history and culture thrown in for good measure with a bit of conspiracy to spice things up. I have to remain objective and stay on top of things because I’ve realized how easy it is to steer one’s attention to certain viewpoints that align with my own. I know that I don’t trust the mainstream media, I know that I don’t trust most politicians, I know that I don’t trust most corporations, financial institutions and mainstream medicine but what I’ve got to watch is my own fact checking. I’ve got a pretty goos bullshit barometer but it’s not foolproof. 

For example, I don’t really know anything about nuclear energy although it now appears that it may be the best solution for our energy crisis. This is a great example because I have always been swayed by opinion and possibly vested interests in regard to this subject. When I was younger I looked at it as bad, a possible evil necessity. I couldn’t tell you why apart from what I associated with the horrible atrocity that the US committed on Japan at the end of World War 2, the possibility of a nuclear armageddon in the 60s and 80s, The Simpsons (Homer worked at a dodgy nuclear energy plant) and a few meltdowns like the one at Chernobyl and in Japan after a tidal wave, I think it was Fukushima. 

In other words I’ve recently realized that I have never done my own research on this subject, so all of my viewpoints and “beliefs” are based on potential misinformation … oh how I hate that word. It’s amazing how words can be weaponised! 

So until recently I have believed that the best and cleanest source of power and energy for the future is solar and wind but once again I haven’t done independent research. This leads me to believe that I cannot let myself have solid and unshakable viewpoints on anything that I do not research independently. 

OMG, what a mind field life is. 8 billion people, all with complex beliefs, viewpoints, potential vested interests, greed, jealousy and now with an instant source of “mish mashed” information easily available via the Internet. In this day and age you can be lead down any old garden path and at the same time feel self righteous and sure about the validity of the opinions that you are subjected to.

That’s why I have to stay open and willing to change my mind whenever I am presented with new data and facts but at the same time be able to validate the source and what lies behind it.

I suppose it gets back to the old adage “What is true is what is true for you”. Does it work? Have I tried it myself? Did I do it properly? Have I seen positive results in others? 

I learned my lesson here when I had cancer. I followed my own road and judgement no matter how hard it was or how weird it seemed and I kept observing the results.

Somebody I know has an ailment that is chronic. I offered help and they refused, although they were polite about it. I heard them say “I have tried everything and nothing works”. That sort of sums it up. We lie to ourselves, we kid ourselves and we just want life to be easy NOW. Fuck the future, it hasn’t happened yet. 

Not a good road to go down is it.

Saturday January 21, 2023

I slept in again today in order to get 8 hours sleep. If I had of jumped out of bed when “I should’ve” I would have probably only got 6 hours. The simple truth is that I went to bed far too late but my excuse is that we had visitors and the night just got away from me.

Finn also came into our bedroom in a very gregarious frame of mind and started into a huge chat fest which went on for quite a while.

Georgie’s cousin Deb came across in the afternoon to chat to Georgie about life and her business and soon after she left John and Flora arrived and stayed chatting until late. Overall a good night.

I may have a new project to help my Spanish friend Joe Llatse to lose some weight.

Here’s What I wrote to him this morning.

[10:41 am, 21/01/2023] Gary Collier: Hey Joe. Just something you could start with is time restricted eating. It’s a bit hard getting started but gets easier and easier as time goes on plus I have a “hack” that can handle hunger and one which doesn’t cause the insulin to spike. The trick is to stop eating as early as possible, which could be hard in Barcelona due to what appears to be later evening meals. The goal is to not eat anything for 16 hours and then eat all of your meals, preferably 2 in an 8 hour window. So for example, if you stop eating at 9 pm then you would break your fast at 3 pm. You could get there on a gradient if you need to making this meal 30 minutes later each day until you get to 16 hours and even more some days. This gives your digestive system peace and quiet and stops a huge amount of insulin surges. This gets explained in the YouTube clips I sent I think. Not only does this save money but it cuts down the overall caloric intake for the day. I’m not saying it’s easy at the beginning but as far as I can fathom it is the easiest and best place to start. You can drink black coffee or black tea and of course water. The hack? This might sound horrible but it’s actually quite tasty and can satisfy your hunger. When you have your coffee you can drink a “bulletproof coffee”, you may have heard about this. It’s like bloody yak butter tea, my worst nightmare when I had thoughts of visiting Tibet! In actual fact this concoction tastes pretty good. Make a big mug of strong black coffee (I don’t drink coffee after 12 noon) put about 20 grams of organic grass feb butter into a blender or preferably a nutribullet and put in 1 or 2 tablespoons of MCT oil ( a medium chain triglycerate oil derived from pure coconut oil). Blast it until it’s all mixed really well and drink it. The MCT oil might give you a stomach ache sometimes and you will curse me. This doesn’t completely break your fast because fat doesn’t cause your pancreas to make insulin, in other words it doesn’t really put your blood sugar up. This should keep you going until you break your fast. When you do start eating do not eat carbs, try eating a bit of protein like lean meat or fish which will help build your “body parts”. Give it 30 minutes until you eat something else. This is a good beginning. I won’t even talk about keto yet but let me know if you are willing to give this a go and I will help in any way I can. There’s more to it but I can get a bit too complicated so lets leave it at that for now. let me know what you think or any questions you have. Gary

[10:41 am, 21/01/2023] Joe Llatse: I think you will like professor Tim Spector

I’ll check him out. The trick with keto is to do “healthy keto” and not believe all the keto friendly processed trick shit which is a scam. The other thing that is crucial is blood tests to check your blood glucose levels and your ketone levels. This shows conclusively whether you are in ketosis or not. More on that later. It looks like you have the intermittent fasting under control so I’ll find some “how to begin Keto” stuff and send you some food ideas. The biggest problem is FOMO which is a thing but it’s just a “head thing”. I hate to say this but take another look at the Danger condition, you can find it online. It will help your self discipline surprisingly. I did one the other day and the results have been fantastic, my deep sleep has increased as have my energy levels. I just needed to get some serious self discipline back in.

Those of you who watch the Balinese print calendar that hangs in Balinese homes may notice a red circle around the 20 of the date today. This is Siwaratri, the Night of Shiva, and it will be celebrated all over Bali by young people staying up all night, probably in a temple or perhaps in a balé banjar. It’s a very old and rather obscure holiday. People are not likely to send greetings about it on Facebook (although who knows, these days). 

 When I was first living in Ubud in the early 1980s, people still called it “Siwalatri” in their rural way of saying things, and it was observed only by priests and elderly literati. My husband then, the late John Darling, and I understood that they would stay up all night drinking arak and reading holy poetry. We thought it sounded like just our sort of thing. Here is what I remember about it all.

 The origin of the rite is told in the tale of Lubdhaka, a hunter. It comes to Bali from India and is recounted in a long poem, Lubdhaka, by the 15th-century Javanese poet Mpu Tanakung.  

 Lubdhaka was an ordinary man and not at all devout: he supported his family by hunting animals. One day, just before the dark of the moon of the month of Kasih Kepitu — which falls sometime January on the darkest night of the year — he set out for a region in the mountains known to be full of wild game. He left the house before dawn without breakfast and thought he would find something to eat (that is, to kill) in the forest.

 It was a bad day for Lubdhaka. 

 He searched the forest all day and saw not a single animal. By dusk he was very tired and very, very hungry. He stopped to refresh himself by a small pond sheltered by a wilwa tree. Night fell quickly and Lubdhaka knew that he must spend the night there. To protect himself from the wild animals he still believed to live in the forest — deer, certainly, but perhaps also tigers — he climbed the wilwa tree, whose branches spread over the pond. And to keep himself awake, he dropped leaves, one by one, into the water.

 The next morning Lubdhaka went home, still empty-handed. Not long after this, the story goes, he fell ill and soon died. But this is where the drama begins.

 Lubdhaka’s soul went straight to be judged by Yama, the lord of Dharma. 

 “Ah! Lubdhaka the hunter,” said Yama. “He was a worthless man. He never performed a ritual in his life, and he was a killer. I’ll take him and punish him properly in Hell.”

 But then — extraordinarily — the Lord Shiva intervened. “No, you won’t. He’s mine. He observed the most holy rite in my honor.”

 “But he was a common sinner—” protested Yama.

 “He performed the ritual of Siwaratri to perfection. I was there. I will take him and exalt him to the highest Heaven.”

 In the poem by Mpu Tanakung, there ensues a very long account of the battle between the forces of the gods Yama and Shiva. The victory is Shiva’s, and here the great god explains how Lubdhaka came to perform the rite of Shiva and why it absolved all his sins:

 On the Night of Shiva, which falls on the day before the dark of the moon of Kasih Kepitu, the Lord Shiva sits in meditation for the world in all his places of worship. Lubdhaka had no idea that the pond where he stopped had once been a temple to Shiva, and that beneath the water was a lingam, the phallic symbol of Shiva.

 Nor did Lubdhaka know that to carry out the ritual of the Night of Shiva, the devotee must fast all day and stay awake all night. He must perform homage to Shiva by dropping leaves of the wilwa tree on the lingam, and then fast again all the following day. 

 Moreover, explained the god, so perfect is the rite of Siwaratri that even those who perform it unwittingly, like Lubdhaka, shall be forgiven all their sins and brought directly to heaven to live forever in divine bliss. (The god also described many ritual details for those who perform the rite deliberately.) But the only requirement, he said, is to stay awake all night on that particular darkest and most holy night.

 What is a modern person to make of this — a rite so powerful that it does not even require the devotee to be aware of what he’s doing?

 Because Balinese theology is still a living, flexible matter, there are as many answers to this as there are people willing to propose one. You could say that it’s about alertness to the world being really a matter of alertness to the divine; that it’s about the supremacy of forgiveness over punishment; that it’s about the power of ritual over dense ignorance. Perhaps you have another answer to add.

Sunday January 22, 2023

Another morning of sleeping in after another late night. The good news is that I have my diet much more under control. I am eating less, probably eating more protein and not snacking. I also put together a chart to record my daily metrics.

I don’t have a lot to report apart from a big walk with Georgie yesterday, a sauna and a bit of work on a digital music track.

What can I write about today? So far there is nothing happening, nothing coming to the surface.

This will be our last week in Melbourne before we head off to Bali. I just made an offer to the Russian girl who expressed interest in the villa last week making her an offer. I figure something is better than nothing.

Looks like we still have a lot to learn about short term rentals, especially over this time of the year. Lots of work to do here.

Boredom

It looks like my biggest enemy is boredom. I have high expectations of myself and in regard to what I should be creating or doing each day. There are certain things and actions that I do but many others that I put off. What I tend to do is to do something like go for a walk, prepare some food, go to the gym etc and then I find myself being drawn to my computer where I can at least write. There’s not a lot wrong with this but I get that aimless felling that comes with boredom and blandness. OK, I’m being a bit harsh on myself. I do get quite a lot done but there are certain projects that I just keep putting off

I’m helping my friend Joe to lose weight. Here’s what I wrote today.

 

[10:03 am, 22/01/2023] Gary Collier: Hi Joe Cheese is great but the harder and older and better quality it is the better as far as I know. If you can get cheese that isn’t pasteurised, made from organic milk from grass fed cows you are fine. The thing is that you can eat as much fat as you want within reason. AS LONG AS YOU DONT EAT IT WITH CARBS. As soon as you mix these 2 the carbs will turn to glucose which you will use for fuel, the leftover will turn to fat and the fat will also stack it on. The trick is to eat about 80% of your calories through fat, 15% protein and only 5% carbs. This is a bitch because nearly everything has carbs in it. I recommend downloading an app called cronometer. It’s a pain in the ass to fill it out each day and also to learn how to use it properly but it really is worth it. I can help you with using it. The other thing to do is to go to the chemist and buy a blood test meter that reads blood sugar as well as ketones. Then you can start doing blood tests each day. This really helps as well. It’s all about knowledge, self discipline and hard fucking work. The best veggies to eat are cruciferous, like cauliflower, brussel sprouts, asparagus, brocolli. Do some research. Don’t eat starchy veggies or anything that grows under the soil. The trick is to eat 2 big meals a day until you feel really full and satisfied. Your body will take a while to become fat adapted, don’t get impatient with yourself. Shit, there is so much to learn about this shit and I’ll just overwhelm you so I’ll shut up now. Just start doing blood tests and download the cronometer app for now. Have you listened to the clips I sent? I wont send anymore until you tell me that you have. PS a couple of tablespoons of olive oil straight down the hatch each day will help. And don’t forget, do not eat unnecessary carbs, just keep cutting back on them each day until you are on 5%. I’ll send you a chart I put together yesterday to record my/your blood readings etc. Good luck Joe.

[10:05 am, 22/01/2023] Gary Collier: Avocados are also good, goats cheese, feta, olives, macadamia nuts.

[10:07 am, 22/01/2023] Gary Collier: Send me your email address so I can send you the chart.

One last thing. There is a condition called “keto flu”. When you are doing proper keto you’ll get cramps, feel tired and achy and feel like you have a flu. There is a reason for this. THE SOLUTION IS TO HAVE A TEASPOON OF GOOD QUALITY SEA SALT IN WATER EVERY DAY PLUS PUT SALT ON YOUR FOOD. ALSO FIND SOME SUGAR FREE ELECTROLYTES. IF YOU CANT FIND ANY GO ON IHERB (A VITAMIN CO. IN THE US). THESE WILL ALSO HELP. Here’s what happens from my understanding. When you eat carbs your kidneys allow you to keep the water and salt in your body. When you are running off ketones as a fuel your kidneys dump the water and the salt so you have to keep replenishing it every day. This is important. I can send you a series of 3 lectures by a guy named Stephen Phinney when you are ready that will go over everything in a simple and pragmatic way.

KAYE

Day went well, the garden sprinkler fellow unexpectedly came, as I was told it could be 2 months to wait. So good to see Georgie this evening and hear about your plans for OS. 

My brain is thinking clear again, but am an anti biotics to kill the bugs.

I would love Finn to have the gym, the oxygen tank and the massages whenever he would like them.

My reply.

You’re a darling Kaye. I’m so glad to hear that you are feeling a bit better. I did some research on UTIs and was surprised to learn that the kidneys are part of the urinary tract. OMG, they do such a big job each day handling blood and impurities. No wonder we need to look after them. As you know the big problem now will be to restore your microbiome after you finish the antibiotics. So lots of fibre, good bacteria and as little sugar and carbs as is humanly possible. Haven’t worked out yet why “brain fog” is a symptom but it sure says it is. What an amazing thing our body is and what a miracle it is that it lasts so long and can self regulate when it needs to. I’m glad that you and Georgie had time to be together yesterday. She loves you so much, even though she does get a bit prickly at times. I mentioned to Finn that you had a few physical issues and his response was “I don’t want to know about it” this was because he wants you to live forever not because he doesn’t care. You are so important to all of us Kaye. Stay forever young, healthy and full of curiosity! Gary

Monday January 23, 2023

We are at Red Hill again. Arrived last night at around 6.30 and have had our first sleep, maybe our only sleep unless we stay tonight in which case we will have to get up early and head back to Melbourne for my podiatry appointment.

We have a couple and their 2 children coming over for lunch. We met them at the 60th birthday party we went to a couple of weeks ago at Roger and Constance’s party and then a bit later Georgie’s friend Cathy is coming for a late afternoon get together so it’s looking like quite a social day.

We are now on the home run to Bali. All the bits and pieces are falling in place and it looks like it should be pretty smooth.

I listened to a podcast by Dr John Campbell last night in which he discussed the amazing number of excess deaths in England and Wales in the 20-44 age bracket. The figures are up by 7.8% over the average and it looks like the percentages are rising as time goes on. These fucking v’s that were dished out during covid are looking like they were even more insidious and dangerous than we ever thought possible. It’s a trying time for our species and it is going to take a lot of brave, wise and outspoken people to be strategic and speak out loud and clear about what has transpired so it never happens again. Amen.

My sister’s husband Peter (Jake) is having a pacemaker put into his heart today. I have my fingers crossed and have offered up a little prayer for her and him and their family. I don’t know a lot about these operations but hopefully they will get it right. I had fleeting thought last night about the mortality of my friends, family and the people I love. As we get older one of our next challenges that we will face is the coming deaths of some of them. I’m pretty confident that the majority of my friends will live long lives but there are some who may not and I’ve got this coming up.

It’s a grey sort of morning with a cloudy sky. I was expecting lots of blue sky and sunny rays when I got up but alas, this wasn’t the case. Hopefully the clouds will dissipate as the morning goes on. My next steps are to finish my coffee, have a bath and drive down to Dromana to buy the fish and veggies for lunch. I just checked online and it’s open.

Ask you can see I am struggling this morning to spit out anything that is close to profound so I might quite while I’m ahead.

Tuesday January 24, 2023

I’ve just got off the phone with “A”. She is in Sacramento and will get on a plane tonight to return to Melbourne after 6 weeks in the US.

Overall I’m in a good place. A bit of self love doesn’t go astray. It sometimes takes decades to get to the point where you really appreciate yourself and can celebrate your finer qualities.

Our day yesterday went really well. 2 groups of visitors, new friendships. It went off without any problems and overall was fabulous. Good food, good discussions and good company. 

We’ve got to be out of here in one hour and I still have a lot to do like getting up on the roof of the shed to secure the tarps.

I’m back in town now. Georgie dropped me at the podiatrist who did a fantastic job of tidying up my feet for Bali plus a few handy hints on how to maintain them. Such a good investment. I dropped across the road for a coffee but out of the blue the skies opened up and it started raining which doesn’t bode well for my walk home unless I’m willing to get drenched which isn’t currently on the agenda. It may end up that I ring Finn to pick me up.

Kaye is looking like she needs to check into the hospital for a bit of TLC. Her heart may be playing up.

Rain looks like it might be calming down so I think I’ll attempt the walk home.

Wednesday January 25, 2023

37 years ago yesterday, on January 25 1986 Melanie and I were staying on a farm in the hinterland up the back of the Southern Queensland coast with a 4 year old Allissa and Mel’s sister, Susie aka Shontelle. I don’t honestly recall whether it was in the morning or later that night that the person we were staying with calmly announced that L Ron Hubbard had died. Back then this sent a shock wave through my body. I was honestly in disbelief. Melanie would have been 27 back then and I was 33. That was a long time ago, deep in the misty past. Sometime early in what I call “the second week of my 3 week holiday”.

I just got a phone call from “A” who has just touched down at Melbourne Airport. She’s arriving home after almost 6 weeks in the USA, the home of the brave and the land of the free! It is a perfect Melbourne day, a good day to come home.

I still have a fascination about my 45 plus years of belief in a cult. The thing that just whipped through my consciousness was that it wasn’t so much the so called technology that kept me there, it was the social aspect of it. I almost felt an obligation to believe that I was doing the right thing and as such I became blind to anything else. It’s effectively 11 years since I have extracted myself from the actual organisation but interestingly enough I am still decompressing and feel a need to bond with other people who experienced the same phenomena. It’s hard to explain why I can’t just let it go but if nothing else my dreams won’t let me escape. It’s possibly the same sort of denial that a person who experienced the lack of freedom that communism imposes experiences. Why the fuck didn’t I realise that the world that was being promised was not the world that I personally craved. A prisoner of belief, trapped by your own considerations. Interestingly, I don’t feel like I wasted any part of my life although there were things that I did or didn’t do that make me cringe but as I have often thought there is absolutely no value in shame and regret. I suppose it’s like staying in a bad marriage for the sake of the children or a sense of obligation. Deep down I can say that my intentions were good.

So enough of that. What am I going to do today? 

I’ve got to pack my bags for Bali or at least get the majority packed. Then I need to handle the travel insurance and other immediate bits and pieces like cleaning out the fridges and kitchen cupboards, writing up a list of things to do for Claire and Tim, go to the gym with Finn and a walk with Georgie. I also need to book the oversize luggage and maybe make a couple of phone calls to people like Jude plus sort out a bit of finance stuff. If all of this goes smoothly I’d also like to purchase some veggie plants and get them planted. I still have 6 days to get organised.

Thursday January 26, 2023

After an early wake up call at 6.30 am and a quick rub of my eyes I am back at the computer drinking coffee and preparing for my walk to the station and consequent train ride to Richmond.

I think I slept well, I certainly dreamed vividly but can’t really remember more than some sort of mental after taste.

Yesterday was quite a success as far as preparations for our trip to Bali goes. Got lots done on my list but will need to remain diligent today. Finn and I went to the gym.

Today I’m meeting with Netty and David after HBOT for a coffee with Georgie and Kaye in Victoria Gardens in East Prahran, our old haunt back in the 50s.

I’m devoid of any real coherent thoughts or ideas this morning. Maybe something will come to me while I’m on the train.

There is something liberating about being on a train. There is a sense of journey, a feeling that you are being transported somewhere out of the ordinary, to a place where you are a tiny bit more vulnerable than when you have a car.

A sense of hope that something cool will happen. Something that will enhance the quality of life that we all aspire toward.

Talking about hope …. What would life be like without it? Hope is a feeling of expectation and a desire for something to happen, normally something that you desire.

I spend a lot of my life hoping. I don’t know where this strange word came from but really it is the concept of anticipation which it represents that is so important. I’m pretty certain that it is a quality or something like that which the 8 billion beings on this planet have in common, something we share. It is a sign of consciousness, maybe it’s the reason we pray or have faith in some higher power. 

The way mankind, especially in the so called Western World, is heading we need hope more than ever because we are heading to a place where magic doesn’t happen easily. A place where fear reigns and where we fear to to express our personal beliefs and viewpoints. A place where debate is frowned upon and new ideas are squashed. A place controlled by profits and peppered with manufactured fear and loathing.

I embrace our differences, our conflicting viewpoints, even though a lot of these are based on flawed data. 

The concept of controlling people is not a new thing. It’s just that now we have complex communication systems in place that make it easier for the powerful despots to spread the seeds of discontent and fear. 

I regrettably admit that I have fallen prey to being controlled at different times during my life. It is insidious and hard to explain because when you fall for the lies you often feel self righteous and well informed. Holy shit, you always need to be on guard and reassessing almost everything which is why it is so important to live in the present, totally open to what is coming at you and to be willing to evaluate it against your own sense of ethics and justice, whether it be social or political.

What is it about us that more than often we put leaders in place who are weak and controllable. The funny thing is that we don’t always need leaders, what we need are objective administrators who are subject to reason. pragmatism and functionality.

The more I go into this the more I’m digging a hole for my own logic. We can’t operate individually because we always have to interact with our fellow humans, so what is the best system? Fucked if I know but it’s a good question to pursue.

Maybe this is why life is such a philosophical conundrum.

Having said that, all is well when I anticipate all of the great things that I am going to experience in my own life. A life full of hope. Hope that things get a little better all of the time.

Friday January 27, 2023

I’m looking back at the day in reverse. I got caught up this morning preparing to go to Carlton and Freshwater Place where we sold a John Martono diptych after visiting my radiologist Sam Leung. We had coffee in Lygon St and lunch in Bridport St, Middle Park , one of my all time favourite suburbs in Melbourne. Then we dropped into Allissa’s house before driving home and getting in the bath. A decent sort of day overall.

Saturday January 28, 2023

I have just finished reading an article on Nusa Penida, an island off the south east coast of Bali. Last year Georgie and I visited a smaller island next to it called Nusa Lembongan. Apart from my brakes failing on a bicycle while going fast down a hill on a busy road our trip was quite safe. The article makes it sound like the chances of dying while going to these islands and sightseeing, snorkelling and even swimming in a pool are immense. Like anywhere you have to be careful when dealing with nature but the article created a sense of doom, fear and loathing that I felt was unfair.

Oh well, that’s newspapers for you.

We now have 3 days left to prepare for out trip. Today will be crucial so I won’t even pretend that I can get anything else dome but prepare to get oil the plane on Tuesday morning.

Our backyard is full of white butterflies skimming over the garden and pool. Of course there is also the incessant sound of mowers and somewhere in the background I’ve got some music playing. Apart from that there is a warm breeze blowing and the beginnings of a pleasant but windy summer day.

Finn has Joey and Josh over at last, he’s obviously happy about that and why shouldn’t he be. Having friends in your life looks like one got the main ingredients that promote a long and healthy life.

Enough of this for now. It’s time to get on with the day.

Sunday January 29, 2023

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Monday January 30, 2023

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Tuesday January 31, 2023

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