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Session 3 (7/9 – 8.42 a.m.):

Sabra settled back in the first-class [ ]
nervously awaiting her first [ ]
The stewardesses began their ritual of explaining [ ]
She was nervous about the long [ ]
and closed her eyes to block out the terrifying [ ]
fire, screaming passengers, broken windows, naked [ ]
Her eyes popped open with a [ ]
as she felt something [ ]
She blinked, and saw the stewardess’s pretty, smiling [ ]
The stewardess was covering her with a [ ]
“You looked cold,” the young Asian-featured woman [ ]
“I didn’t mean to wake you. First [ ]
“Um, yes. How did you [ ]
“After a few years, you learn to spot [ ]
The white knuckles on the armrest are the [ ]
“How long until we [ ]
“Another five or six hours. Maybe a bit more,” said the [ ]
“Oh,” said Sabra, a little [ ]
“Would you like me to sit [ ]
“But … don’t you have things you have to do? I [ ]
“Don’t worry about that. I know how tough it can [ ]
At that moment the plane gave a sudden [ ]
Sabra grabbed convulsively at the stewardess’s [ ]
“Calm down, love. Really, it’ll be [ ]
She eased her long legs into the seat [ ]
“Where are you [ ]
“Atlantis,” replied Sabra, adding that she was going to visit a [ ]
“By the way, my name’s [ ]
“Sabra. Pleased to meet you, [ ]
“Hmmmm, that’s an unusual [ ]
“My folks actually named me [ ]
but Sabra has stuck with me since I was [ ]

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“Oh, but Sapphora is such a beautiful [ ]
Keiko said, with twinkling [ ]
They continued to talk, Keiko trying to ease Sabra’s [ ]
caressing her [ ]
and even hugging her when the fear became [ ]
Sabra began to notice that she was getting aroused by Keiko’s [ ]
She looked into the stewardess’s [ ]
Without a word, and without [ ]
Keiko stroked Sabra’s [ ]
Sabra’s nipples stiffened at her [ ]
her hand slid up Keiko’s [ ]
brushing the side of her [ ]
Keiko smiled, then whispered in her [ ]
“You like me, don’t you? That friend you’re going to [ ]
– it’s a [ ]
Sabra felt her senses [ ]
as Keiko’s cunning fingers began to steal their way under her [ ]
and do the most wickedly inventive things to her [ ]
“You’d like me to fuck you, wouldn’t you?” breathed the [ ]
“Yes,” gasped Sabra. “But [ ]
I could make you [ ]
but I think we both [ ]
Wait [ ]
It was as if she’d been hypnotized, had lost all [ ]
Keiko came gliding back in a moment or two and, taking her [ ]
led her to the back of the [ ]
then down the tiny staircase to the [ ]
There the slim stewardess commanded her to [ ]
“But … what if somebody [ ]
“Don’t worry. They won’t see a thing,” said [ ]
turning to jam shut the [ ]
“Now show me that sweet little [ ]
I want to eat your [ ]

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The gaping mouth of a mine – dark tunnel running back into the earth. Like the innocent railway in Edinburgh, or the mouth of the coal-shaft at Millerton.

You walk in cautiously, clutching at the moss-covered walls for guidance, trying to avoid tripping over the tracks. An indistinct spot of light appears at the other end, wavering like a pale flame. You continue towards it, as it gradually expands, revealing the end of the passage.

There were only a couple of minutes when you were wholly in the dark, and you felt nothing in particular – no sense of transformation, metamorphosis – but somehow, as you approach the other end, you find that everything has changed. All changed, changed utterly. Change for Crewe Junction.


[… Memories of that incident in the tunnels below North Head, standing in the dark of a cave, with a group of girls looking at you, straight in the face. “There’s someone there. I can almost make him out. It’s not completely empty.” They persisted beyond all reasonable expectation.

Finally, realising they weren’t going to go away, you walked out into the midst of them, commenting how interesting it was that one could see nothing when caught in the light of the window.

They stared: dumb, flabbergasted – shocked that anyone could want to stand there silent, hidden from the world …]


On the other side, everything’s reversed. A pretty blonde girl comes up and links her arm in yours. There’s a tribe of kids running around, demanding that you participate in their game. You grab a beer and start to argue about the rugby with a group of loud biker friends.

As evening falls, you ride back to the wilds of Titirangi. The house is full of people – not a book in sight – clamour of voices, curses, tantrums. You’ve got to be up early next day for work, so go to bed with your wife, the blonde girl, Sally. The two of you make love. She turns away and starts to snore.

Antiterra – tunnel into the earth
North Head / [Crewe Junction] / Titirangi

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Session 4 (8/9 – 8.33 a.m.):

Just before they landed, Keiko gave Sabra her [ ]
saying that she lived on the coast, just south of [ ]
and to call her if [ ]
Sabra said she wished she could return the [ ]
but she didn’t have a [ ]
Keiko smiled [ ]
lightly patting Sabra’s bottom as she stood up to [ ]
Sabra still felt dazed by the memory of the [ ]
She’d never met a girl who had so many [ ]
They walked down the ramp [ ]
into the bustle of the [ ]
Sabra was looking all around for Tela’s long, blonde [ ]
She didn’t see her, but there was a large crowd [ ]
Keiko was a bit taller than Sabra’s [ ]
and helped her [ ]
“Sabra!! Sabra! Sabra!” a bubbling voice [ ]
Sabra turned and saw Tela, looking radiant and [ ]
The two girls [ ]
Tela looked at Keiko; Sabra introduced [ ]
“Nice to meet you.” Keiko [ ]
The three of them began walking towards the [ ]
Under Keiko’s experienced [ ]
they claimed their bags and headed out toward the [ ]
Keiko said [ ]
reminding Sabra to call her if they wanted some [ ]
Sabra thanked her, as did [ ]
Both girls watched as Keiko [ ]
“Sexy lady!” Tela remarked, watching Keiko’s lean, shapely [ ]
“Why, Tela!” [ ]
“I do believe I saw your eyes turn [ ]
“Well I..” Tela stopped herself, then [ ]
“Well, I thought that maybe you and she [ ]

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“Don’t be silly.” Sabra smiled, putting her hand on Tela’s [ ]
“No one could replace you, my first [ ]

“C’mon, my car’s [ ]
As soon as the doors [ ]
Tela leaned over and kissed [ ]
wishing the gearshift [ ]
The electricity of the moment made them both [ ]
and melt into each other’s [ ]
The kiss was long, deep and [ ]
When Tela [ ]
her nipples were pressing hard against her [ ]
“God!” Tela breathed, her hand on Sabra’s [ ]
“I’ve missed [ ]
Sabra caressed Tela’s [ ]
lifting it to her mouth and sucking one of Telas’s [ ]
her tongue caressing the long [ ]
“Oh, don’t start that [ ]
I want you so [ ]
Sabra laughed and settled [ ]
happy to be with her Atlantean friend [ ]
Tela drove them away from the [ ]
towards her new [ ]
On the [ ]
Tela pointed out places and suggested things that they could [ ]
including a nude beach she’d found along the [ ]
“A nude beach?” Sabra [ ]
looking at Tela’s [ ]
“[ ]

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Tela, Honduras, is located within the department of Atlantida
Tela has become famous for its beaches
Best of all, it is still unspoiled …

Psychic Sabra, clairvoyant & clairaudient psychic
Psychic Sabra looks deeply into your life stream energies
She calls upon her guides, who show her the answers to your questions
with TV-like transmissions, complete with lively images & sounds

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Session 5 (9/9 – 8.25 a.m.):

It begins with a dream
he’s had bad dreams before, but this one is in a class of its own
he’s on a river-boat, travelling on some interminable, ill-defined canal
there don’t seem to be any locks or gates
anything much to do
except steer
& watch the horizon for minute signs of variation

The strange thing is that he’s arrived here
woken up here
with a complete set of memories
he can see himself killing the girl
plunging the fork into her cheek
that’s the nasty part, the shock going up his arm
the realization that it’s just like carving meat
two-tined fork in the turkey
the complex of associations as the blood comes spurting out

Why did he kill her?
that’s less clear
they’d been travelling together, on the run
from somewhere, someone, something
did she betray him, piss him off?
both?
in any case, he left her body in the car
set it on fire with a rag stuffed in the petrol tank
then headed off across country
he must have lucked onto the boat

He feels quite desperate, that’s the thing
it doesn’t seem like a dream-world at all
no kaleidoscopic whirl of images & scenes
it feels concrete & exact
the selective nature of his memory is, in a sense, absurd
but it doesn’t alter the fact that he’s here