We may admit that our illness is self-made. We may admit that our honesty needs help. We may admit that our communication is unclear.

We may admit that our wellness is self-evident. We may admit that our recovery needs help. We may admit that our rescue is as wanted as it is not.

We may admit that our welfare is our own choice. We may admit that our choices need help. We may admit that a rescue-buddy is as welcome as not.

We may attempt to go it alone. We may succeed and cheer.

We may attempt to start a club. We may fail and crumble.

We may attempt to start a trend. We may not know how it goes (yet).

We may attract people who want to be part of an amazing adventure that’s driven by love and nature. We may attract people who want to abuse the nature of generous people. We may attract people who want to jeer and accuse the abuse into action.

We may repel those in denial, who prefer to live in dogma. We may repel those in denial, who are attached to beliefs like a religion. We may repel those in denial, who can’t see the harm in disempowering through rules.

We may ignite a fan club … who knows.

We may spark a flaming flamingo club … who knows.

We may support a support club … who knows.

The way of a preacher is patronising when the patrons are already true. The way of a teacher is patronising when the students are already in tune. The way of twits is unreal when the truth is already known.

The way of wu is loving and natural through and through. The way of wow is ‘laugh a lot’ and nurturing through and through. The way of ow is laughable and not long for this world.

The way of smow is grooving along and rocking with ones roll. The way of smow is surfing along and shaking off the clouds. The way of smow is gliding along and resonating with full self.

What ask have i with my spy in the sky? What ask have i of me?

What task have i with my eye on bliss? What task have i without it?

What tsk have i with my judgement switched on? What tickle have i without it?

What role can i play that pays my way when to pay me wrecks my form?

What role can i endorse that gets me off benefits when to work for money wrecks my health?

What role can i play that gets me out of this rut when to move on scares me senseless?

The role of an Avalon Welfarer is my suggestion to you.

The role of one who knows commitment to completion without resorting to (fake) support.

The role of one who plays Amber la Chi Chi with the buoyancy of enlightenment.

What payment-method can we employ that keeps us well within?

What payment-option can we register that keeps us in our truth?

What payment-preference can we suggest that keeps us out of trouble?

What magic hat can serve us well when the financial world is in strife?

What magic hat can settle the ish when the financial world doesn’t fit?

What magic hat can spell us clear when the financial world collapses?

What magic state can serve our tribes when the currencies fall foul?

What magic state can settle the world when the old ways just won’t fit?

What magic state can spell us well when the medical world can’t help enough?

What magic welfare state can serve our children well?

What magic welfare state can settle our generational divides?

What magic welfare state can spell us into unification?

Avalon Welfare is given to us now, for we are all junkies until we’re clear of our mental duress. Avalon Welfare is given to us here, for we are all recovering from traumas and suicidal tendencies until we’re free of programming that loves us off-centre more than not. Avalon Welfare is given to us freely, for we are all holics until our breath is the only thing we reach for.

Serendipity islands, serendipity calms, serendipity claim us now.

Spontaneity grounds, spontaneity balances, spontaneity centre us now.

Sublime creates, sublime supports, sublime honest us now.

Help me help us if you choose.

Help us help you if you need.

Help this project help the masses as we shift away from greed.

I have a dream, a land of smiles

Where the view goes on for miles and miles.

The air is graced with beautiful sounds,

The birds all sing, nature abounds.

Music and dancing, everyone’s laughing.

The children they learn love and respect,

How to survive and live life with zest.

No one is needy, no one is greedy.

Everyone’s living in harmony

Like one big happy family

Hip hip hooray.

Why worry when wu will do?

Why sorry when centre is true?

Why stupid when sentinel is for you?

Why escape when getting real is the deal?

Why numb when ‘being who you are’ is the mantra?

Why glum when glistening is for you?

Why rescue when centre-ing is suffice?

Why fix when breathing is enough?

Why fixate when blinking does wonders?

Blinkin’ hell?

Whatever next?

I thought we’d sorted this out?

Turn my junkyness into a joke?

Whatever’s next?

Perhaps burlesqua with jesta

Turn heads into heavens?

What next is now?

May be we’ll suck it and see.