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I was lying in my backyard sub patch last night, under a full moon in a perfectly clear sky, the ring tale possums were making out in the maidens wattle above me, and I remembered a story from years ago that I had forgotten about. I think it makes for a good yarn, so I will have a crack at spinning it. The Knife and the Spot 20 yrs ago I had a beautiful garden on a quarter acre block down Sydney. And back in the day I used to grow my own yearly supply of pot. One Christmas, when I went on holidays to see my parents, I got a staunch mate Reg to mind the house and care for the plants. Reg was a Martial arts dude. So I am sitting with the folks on Christmas Day, watching the news, and here is my house on the tele. There was a guy stabbed to death on my driveway. Shit !! I thought, Reg has got a bit carried away looking after the plants !! Im goneski !! there are going to be coppers crawling all over the place looking for the weapon under bushes and stuff. I rang Reg, he had been pissed and had slept thru the murder. But awoke with a hangover to coppers and news crews everywhere. He had spent the day peering thru the blinds, even more paranoid than he usually was. But he was staunch, he didn't rip my plants out and throw em over the back fence. Turns out the murder was cut and dried, a domestic thing, typical Christmas blow up, they had the guy and they had the knife. But boy for a while there I thought of the worst case scenario. Now here is where the story gets interesting. A few years before this, my psycho brother was booted out of the Army for being too psycho. He gave me his bayonet, which was this gnarly Buck knife, multi purpose monster. And back in the day I used to sleep with it next to my bed. Things were like that "back in the day" One night the dogs alerted me to something ,I grabbed the knife and went to see. There was this guy up the side of the house. I confronted him brandishing the Buck, and questioned what the fuck was going on. Turns out he was pissed and disorientated. I march him out the front. He was in some sort of emotional state of self loathing. When we got to the front driveway, he begged me to kill him. Went on about it ,made a real plea for death. I marched him down the street so he was disorientated again, and I ran off. The Christmas eve before the murder, we were at a Club for the work Christmas party and we befriended this lonely stranger. In the spirit of Christmas, when it was time to leave, we invited him back to my place for "a session" All my work buddies eventually went and I was left with the stranger. And he started getting real belligerent, and refused to leave. So I went and grabbed the Buck to make my intentions clearer. It was a bit of a dilemma, I didn't want to ring him a cab, as he would then know my address. And you cant really pour a guy into a cab with a standard issue bayonet and their throat. So I had to go for the disorientation method again. When I got him to my front driveway, he dared me to kill him. Had the whole cliched dare you to kill me conversation. Anyhow I dragged him down the street, king hit the ungrateful freeloading prick, and took off, so he couldn't follow me. So...... that Christmas watching my house on the tele with my parents.... im thinking, along with all the im goneski fully busted stuff. Thats the spot where the guy begged me to stab him ! Thats the spot where that other guy dared me to stab him, almost exactly one year beforehand !! Now somebody has fully been stabbed there !! Was that spot a portal that knew a stabbing would occur there, and drew knife situations to it ? Was the portal created by the intentions and energies imprinted on it by my previous incidents? Was it some indigenous murder site, or a tribal war site, or sacrificial portal or something? Or was it just a curious bunch of coincidences ? I grew up in that house, I bought it off my Grandmother, it was her mothers before that. I can distinctly remember having wooden sword fights with kids on the spot. So what happened to the knife? Well I think I repaid my karmic debt back. One night, I was bashed and fully stomped during a home invasion. 12 of the most psycho guys I have known came around "for a chat" Tried to get me to admit I had rooted the vice president of an outlaw motorcycle clubs girlfriend. The most wired speed freak steroid psycho ever left his clear bootprint on my forehead. I seen a lot of fucking stars that night. Anyhow, amongst other things they took the buck knife. It was destined to be in the hands of bigger psychos than me. Maybe it had more portals to open up. I have totally moved on from those days. Mother aya and her friends have healed and transformed me into a new person. And I sure dont attract that sort of energy to myself any more. Just possums and subs. The Hawk 26.05.2013.