Melbourne is Up and About and Ready to Mingle

After months away, our griffin kage landed back in Melbourne for a 24 hour extravaganza.

Bars and Clubs on Sydney Road in Brunswick were shared - with beautiful vibes.

The click club on King Street, in the city, where a bike had been lost months earlier, was experienced all night long - with some beautiful conversations about deep desires, after 3am in the morning - when most places around the world sleep ... What kind of experiences could they be missing out on!?!

The Handpan was played in Chapel Street - with some beautiful sounds resonating.

Then, particularly beautiful barmaids sparked flames of desire... Only lamented by the missed Time cycles that continue to plague our joys together...

A particularly passionate lead of a band played to drag in even the most disinterested parties - and left an indelible impression, even though, he missed out on holding attention for just a little bit longer...

Eventually, energy ended.

All were left sad, disappointed, depressed that more wasn't done.

Wondering why it's so hard.

At a loss to how energetic gaps could be bridged...

Passing from Castlemaine

Extravagant scenes at an ecstatic dance event in Castlemaine today, as huge Energy wheels left a man.

You could see the moments on the Man's face, and feel it through being, as emotional goodbyes were expressed through movement.

The ancient energy, with enormous hearts, and unwavering dreams, slowly unwound itself from what they had wanted most, for thousands of years.

While tears ran, there was new found openness of mind and body - new found freedom from bonds, which made air all the more fresh - although not quite so refined and beautiful...

With the passing, a Man was shot out of the Mount Alexander Shire, and the Castlemaine town, released from very heavy weights and unmanageable expectations.

Towns of Kyneton and the big city of Melbourne were pleasantly surprised and very open to new visitors!

Everyone was optimistic that the best things for us all were occurring, and while it was sad, we would ultimately be better off...

Are you digging it?

Man walks into a cafe in his home town of Newstead, called Dig.

The man doesn't like this place.

The man doesn't like this place - not one bit.

It's for sale.

Good.

Maybe they'll get someone in the place who knows what they're doing.

Everything is clean and nice.

The prices are expensive.

Everything takes a long time.

The man doesn't like this place - not one bit.

He is welcomed by the staff as soon as he arrives.

They are not pushy to take his order, but are attentive to what he needs.

The menu is perfect - not too long, not too short - with enough variety to wonder, and enough the same that his option is clear.

He orders.

He looks around.

The man doesn't like this place - not one bit.

It's a beautiful old roof - the kind where you can see the effort in the beams, making sure there is enough space overhead to really resonate.

It's not finished though ...

He looks around the register.

Locals have put their art there.

Not many things.

Each thing, specially made by hand.

Cared for.

Not many things.

But each thing, different, unique, interesting.

Local.

The man picks up a card.

And a little book of poems.

The man doesn't like this place - not one bit.

He begruggingly takes the products to the counter.

And notices, there is hand made tea.

Not too much. Not too little.

A packet of it.

Especially made.

Clear, open packaging where you can see exactly what's inside.

Different ingredients - they look nice.

The staff rattle them off, not too fast, not too slow - just at the right time, at the right pace.

He doesn't understand half of them.

But sounds fancy.

It smells amazing!

And not too expensive either.

The man doesn't like this place - not one bit...

His food arrives.

It didn't take too long.

No doubt, it'll taste way too fancy to actually enjoy.

The flavours meld together.

Delicately.

Boldly.

Oh.. damn ... he really does not like this place ... not one bit.

He saves some for later.

And tries the tea.

He doesn't even like tea.

Why did he even get this?

It tastes... divine.

He'll be back there.

But still, he doesn't like the place - not one bit.

And he won't like it then either.

This is a Unified Ascent.