Wednesday, April 26, 2017


I'd saved up a fair, few bob now by staying in the Bush and not going into town to spend it.
One day, I said to Arthur "I wouldn't mind one of those new Honda motor bikes. They look like they'd be pretty handy to git around on."
"How much do they cost?"
"Oh probably around 200 quid."
"How much ya got saved up?"
"About 150 quid. I saved a fair bit of money when I was fencing with Smithy and a few bob more at Dick Skipworths."
"Tell ya what I'll do with ya Yorky. We'll go into town and see my Bank Manager. If I go guarantor for ya, he'll probably lend ya the amount ya need for a bike."
"Fair dinkum Arthur, you'd do that for me?"
"Long as ya pay it off mate, why not mate."
"You're a bloody, little beauty Arthur," I said, with an excited grin on mi face.
"I'm goin' into town on Thursday, ya can come in with me and we'll go to the bank."
'Three days wait, that's not far away at all', I thought.
Thursday morning found Arthur and me parking his work Ute outside the Commercial Bank of Australia.
"G'day." said Arthur to the young Bank Johnny who stood behind the counter. "The boss in?"
"I'll tell him ya here, Arthur."
The Bank Manager came out to the front counter a few minutes later. He was the typical Bank Manager type with a white shirt and tie, rather large gut, pair of good shorts with a crease down the front, white socks and shoes. His black-gray hair was very well groomed along with his neatly trimmed moustache.
"Good day Arthur." he said as he approached the counter. "How ya going mate?" he said as he leaned across the wooden counter to shake Arthurs' hand.
"Pretty good Jack. Can't complain mate."
"What can I do for ya today Arthur?"
"I'd like a loan Jack."
"What do you want a loan for Arthur? You've got near on as much money as the bank has." he said jokingly.
"Not for me Jack. This is Yorky, he's working out at my place. He wants to buy one of those new Honda 90s' and he's short a few bob."
"Good day Yorky." he said. "Come through to the inside office gentlemen. I'm sure we can arrange that. Sit down.," he said as he took his seat behind the large black desk with his name on it. "How much do ya need Yorky?"
"A hundred quid would cover it. I've already got the rest saved up."
"Ya gotta' account with us Yorky?"
"No, it's in mi pocket in 20s'"
"Alright mate, you'll have to open an account with it and then we'll draw it back out and lend ya the rest. Ya gonna' guarantee it for him Arthur?"
"Yeah, give me the papers to sign and I'll co-sign it with him."
As soon as the paper work was done, the Bank Manager read the terms of the agreement back to Arthur and me; I signed it in the appropriate places.
"Alright Yorky, ya understand that if, for some reason, ya don't pay the loan in the time stated, Arthur will have to pay it, alright?"
"I understand."
"Pick ya money up at the counter on ya way out then. Thanks for ya business Yorky."
"Oh thanks for the loan." I said with a handshake.
When we got outside the bank I said to Arthur, "I really appreciate that Arthur. You're a really decent bloke mate."
"No worries Yorky. Just make sure ya pay it off in time, then if ya ever need another loan for a Ute later on, you'll have a good track record with 'em mate. Where's the Honda at Yorky?"
"Down the end of the street at Chamens."
"OK, we can walk down there mate. I'll come with ya to make sure everything goes all-right for ya."
It didn't take very long before the bike was loaded into the back of Arthurs' Ute and tied down so it couldn't move around on the way back to his place. Ya may wonder why I didn't ride it back. Well the truth is I had no idea how to!
Once we went over the ramp into Arthurs' road paddock, he said "Let's take it off the back Yorky. Ya can ride it from here."
After the ropes were undone, we got one on each side of it and lifted the back wheel down onto the dirt track. Arthur squeezed the clutch and we pushed it back off the tailgate of the Ute.
"Git on her Yorky and give her a good burn."
The Honda 90 was the latest bike of its size, out on the market. It was black & silver with the Honda wings on the side of the petrol tank. It had a double seat and a single exhaust pipe.
I sat on the new seat, turned on the key and kicked down on the starter. The bike fired up first time.
"That's a good sign." said Arthur. "Ya got yaself a real good little bike there Yorky."
"What's the gears again Arthur?"
"One up and 3 down mate."
"Clunk!" the bike was in first gear and I slowly let the clutch out and it glided off smoothly up the dirt track. I was wobbling so much on it I had to jam on the brakes 'cause I was too close to the fence and the last thing I wanted was to drop it and scratch the hell out of it. I pushed it well away from the fence and then said, "Arthur, you have a go on it mate. See how it goes."
Arthur swung his leg over her and took off up the track, no problem at all. He spun it around and pulled up right alongside of me, the Log Cabin fag was still smoldering away as he got off.
"She's a beauty Yorky. Hop on her again and take ya time. I'm going up to the house for a cuppa'"
As soon as Arthur took off, I felt a bit more comfortable at trying it out so I started her up again and put her into first gear and eased out the clutch.
'Now we're cruising!' I thought as I got used to maneuvering her around. It only took about an hour or so before I was feeling quite competent on it.
Over the next week or so, I rode mi new bike all over the property. One day Arthur said to me, "Why don't ya ride her into town Yorky. It'll give ya a bit more freedom mate."
"I haven't got a license Arthur."
"That don't matter Yorky. Call in and see the old Sarge. He's a good friend of mine. He's coming out here to do a bit of waterskiing next weekend with his family. Just tell him ya workin' for me Mate. He'll give ya a learners permit."
On Saturday morning I rode mi new bike into Lake Cargelligo. It was not as easy as it sounds though, especially when the cars and trucks went past. They threw up a heap of stones and dust behind 'em that stung the body when they hit and the dust was so thick it was hard to see where I was going.
"Good day Sergeant Montgomery." I said as I walked into the Police Station.
"Good day young fella'." He said, eyeing me with suspicion. "What can I do for ya mate?"
The sergeant was a big bloke with a large barrel chest. He had a pleasant enough face, but I heard through the Bush grapevine that he didn't take shit from no one.
"My name's Richard Swindells and I'm working out at Arthur Auberrys' place and he suggested I see you for a permit to ride mi new bike."
"All right, give us a minute or two till I can find where that Constable of mine has put 'em. How's Arthur?", he said as he looked under the counter.
"He's pretty good. He said you're comin' out to his place to waterski next weekend Sergeant."
"I'm comin' out there but ya won't catch me on no bloody waterskis. My young daughter likes 'em and I like to sit in the shade of a good tree with a cool can a' Fosters in mi hand. Here we go, fill that in and sign it here."
Once I paid for the permit, he gave me the slip and my portion of the permit and 2 cardboard L plates.
"Make sure a put 'em on."
He must have read my mind 'cause I was thinkin' about the embarrassment of riding around with the two L plates on mi new bike.
I still had a few Quid left when I drove away from the Cop Shop so I went back to Chamens where I bought mi bike and ordered a new windshield for it, 'cause the flying stones and dust were a bit dangerous.
The new Honda was the best thing that I'd ever bought. Arthur was absolutely right; it gave me a newfound sense of freedom.
Sometimes, I'd ride to town during the week and sometimes I'd go and visit Kevin up the top end of town, at his apartment.
A few times, 1 or 2 of the local sheilas would ask me to take 'em for a ride around town. This was a bit risky 'cause I wasn't supposed to carry anyone on the back until I'd gotten mi full license.
There was another couple a' young blokes in Lake Cargelligo who also had new Hondas, so on a hot Saturday afternoon, when all the shoppers had gone and the dusty, bitumen Main street was quite deserted, we used to burn up and down the street, practicing back-wheel-slides and front-wheel-stands. It was quite hard to wheel-stand my small Honda until this bloke called McFadden showed me how to sit right back on the seat. This made the front-end much lighter and up she'd go for 10 or 15 yards before she'd drop again.
The old Seargent was not too pleased with this kind of activity so we had to keep a good eye out for him. One Saturday morning, I decided to ram a crowbar up the exhaust to knock the baffles out. When I started it up, it scared off all of Arthurs' chooks. It sounded great to me. It used to roar like a small tractor when I screwed up the throttle. Many's the time I would scare a cockies wife as I sped around her on her way to town.
It took quite a skill to control the bike on the corrugated dirt corners, especially when I had it flat out at 55 MPH. The back wheel would slide into the corner as I leaned right over. I had developed the knack of sliding mi boot and correcting the front wheel which made the bike go sideways and forward, until I pulled it up straight again.
One Friday night, as I was heading into town, I was going around the last dirt corner before the bitumen started, I was doing about 45 and the bike was skidding nicely when, all of a sudden a work Ute loomed up in front of me. I would have hit it straight on if the driver had not of swerved onto the opposite side of the road. This gave me a hell of a scare so I decided to take it a bit easier from then on.
The next morning, I was sat outside the Hotel Australian when the old Sergeant came up to me.
"Gooday Yorky."
"G'day Sergeant Montgomery."
"Ya permits run out, hasn't it?"
"I think so Sergeant."
"Listen,", he said, "I don't mind ya driving with no license but for Christ sake use ya fuckin' head mate! Fix that bloody exhaust pipe. I can hear ya set off from Arthurs' place every time ya come into town! Now, do the right thing mate or I'll run ya in next time! Alright Yorky?"
"Yes Sergeant, and thanks for telling me."
"Don't fuckin' mention it mate. I'd do the same for a white fella'"
A few minutes later as I was sat there, trying to figure out how I was gonna fix it, Kevin Skippy pulled up and reversed into the space next to me.
"G'day Kevin.", I said, as he got out of his new car.
"Jesus Christ Yorky! You're turning into a real fuckin' tear arse!"
"What d'ya mean Kevin?"
"I very nearly wiped ya out last night mate. Ya must a' been doin' 50 around that corner and ya were on the wrong fuckin' side of the road as well. Ya gave me a hell of a bloody fright, ya bastard."
"Oh, was that you?"
"Just as fuckin' well it was, ya pommy bastard or you'd be dead if it was some old Cockies wife."
"Yeah, I suppose ya right Kevin. The old Sergeant just gave me the word too."
"You're a temporary Australian Yorky.", he said with a smile.
"What d'ya mean Kevin?"
"That's what we call blokes who 'yahoo' on motor bikes, temporary Australians. Anyway, how ya doin', ya bastard? Ya like it out at old Arthurs' place?"
"Yeah mate. Arthur's a real fair dinkum bloke. He got me a loan for the bike."
"Make sure ya don't kill ya self on it then or Arthur wouldn't be happy about that, would he?"
"Yeah, ya not wrong there mate. I've decided to slow down a bit, especially after last night. It scared the shit out of me as well when you came off the bitumen and hit the dirt right in font of me. I thought I was a gonner for sure."
"Alright Yorky, I'm off to the Hotel to see Stan Booth. Look after ya self mate."
"See ya later Kevin."
I rode mi bike across and down the street to Chamens and ordered a new baffle for the exhaust pipe and the following weekend I was installing it at Arthurs' place when Sergeant Montgomery and his wife and daughter came driving down the yard.
"G'day Sergeant.", I said as he pulled up level with me.
I held up the baffle in mi greasy hand and said, "One new baffle Sergeant!"
"Good on ya Yorky. You'd better come in for a license next Saturday morning while you're at it."
"Will I have to take a test Sergeant?"
"You know all the answers in the code book?"
"Sure do Sergeant. I memorized all 26 by heart."
"Then there's not much use giving ya a test is it? I know you can drive 'cause I've seen ya riding that bike on one bloody wheel so I suppose ya can ride it just as well on two, right?"
"Right Sergeant. I'll be in the station next Saturday morning for sure."
Just then, Arthur came out of the gate and walked over to the car.

"G'day Monty. Park ya car over in the shade mate and come inside. I've got a good cold can of Fosters for ya in the fridge."

Tuesday, April 25, 2017


Life is like a fishing net.
Focus on the whole, not on the net.
That is what the fish does.
Even a fish has that ability.


If there is a hole for IT to get in
then there is a hole for IT to get out.


A mirror doesn't care who looks into it.


Radical change
radical action.


Enlightenment is a unique form of insanity.


One cannot know the Self,
they can only be the Self.


It takes great courage to live without belief systems.


The root cause of all fear is


Suffering will never end
until the cause is removed.


There are no problems without incorrect information.
Incorrect information creates confusion and conflict which causes negativity.
Negativity, in turn, manifests as war, destruction & death.


Illusion is based on a false point of reference.


In between fight or flight
lies peace.


Appearances are deceptive.


Courage doesn't float on the ocean like seaweed.
One has to go to the bottom to discover it.


God gives the tools.
The Guru teaches you how to use them.
You do the work.


True happiness
is the ability to give up what you don't need.


A peaceful mind is the basis of a joy-filled life.


If you take the lesser,
you cannot have the greater.


Death is not of the being. It is the death of time.


True power comes from belief in myself.


One can only be free from what one understands.


The same switch that turns the TV off
is the same switch that turns the interest on.

Monday, April 24, 2017



Peace is
bad for

No one can accuse you
of being ignorant
when you speak the Truth.

You can't practice
being in the Now.

You can't
the Now

The basis
of manipulation
is separation.

Trust in the Space
between the Breath.

We came with everything
we need to make us happy.

warts & all.

When one is afraid of their power
they don't deserve to live.

Talking is

All thinking & talking are expressions of the Matrika Shakti.
Words become infused with that power.
The power in words; the Matrika Shakti.

I guess I don't have much
because I don't want much.
I always found the
basic necessities enough.

Were I to be accepted by Society
& have followers then I would know,
for sure, that I was doing something wrong.

Only correct actions
bring correct results.

Sabotage restricts your
freedom of expression.

Sunday, April 23, 2017


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Once you buy the propaganda,
whatever it may be,
you are compelled
to manifest it.

The Guru manifests
when all else fails.

To attain
Witness Consciousness
one has to know the
Mechanics of Consciousness.

it takes to
get rid of
'business as usual'.

Saturday, April 22, 2017



An ignorant man chooses.
A wise man obeys the command
of the heart, of love.

No one thanks me
for taking their
false ideas away.

I survived
the Big Bang
Did you?

To truly live
you must escape
the jaws of death.

has a beginning
or an end
is not real.
It is there
by the

When God showers
His Grace upon you,
the Guru appears
in your life.

If you believe
to be a person
then you are in
a state of denial.



Q: Imagine that there is a goose in the bottle. Without smashing the bottle how do you get the goose out, intact?
A: There! it's out.

The goose and the bottle are in the mind. Your mind put the goose in the bottle, therefore, it has the ability to take it out. Likewise with everything else in life. You believe you were born. The world appears according to your belief. Employ the same technique and be free of it. Right action will follow.


  Perhaps it was 10 years ago, maybe more, before we had a computer when the radio was our source of information & entertainment. Broadcasting out of New York City was a radio host who was (at that time) a 'shocking' sensation.  Rude, crude & vulgar were his trademarks. We would listen to him to see if he could be any more controversial than he was the day before. This one morning we were having breakfast with the radio on. There was a guest on the show who was having a dispute with the 'shock-jock' about something he was telling the host that he felt really strongly about..that he was really committed to his beliefs.
"Bullshit!", said the show host.."If you were really committed, you'd tattoo it on your forehead!"

We couldn't believe what we were hearing. The shock of this led to fist bumps in the air and high 5's!

Take into account the fact that many years before, Guru Om had, in meditation, received this message. "Remember when you were a little boy at Blackpool and you were drowning? You said that if I saved your life you would do ANYTHING for me." Well, I want you to tattoo these symbols on your forehead. You will be my billboard! You will carry the formula for the Destruction of Ignorance for all the world to see! Without destruction how can there be Creation?"

For over  a year after the tattooing happened, Guruji would not leave the house very much and when he did, little old ladies would cross themselves when they saw him and say 'DIABLO!'  Or people would cross the street to avoid passing by him. One man walking through a parking lot with his dog saw Gurji and said to the dog, "You did not see that, it was a figment of your imagination!"

Often I would hear myself say, "Your loss will be your gain!" It took a while before that statement was changed to, "Your loss IS your gain!"

I often wondered why so few people would ask Guruji (perhaps 2 in 20 years) what the symbols meant or even ask the question, "Why would you do such a drastic thing as that?"  I asked one young woman. "Aren't you the least bit curious as to what the marks mean?" (I would have followed him down the street to catch up to him to ask, as I am, by nature, full of curiosity.) "Her response was, "Oh, I didn't want to ask. I thought it was personal." When I told Guruji about this little encounter he said, "If it was personal I would have tattooed it on my ass!"

So dear 'shock-jock' Thanks for the validation!

(Stories from the Bush in Australia.

Thursday, April 20, 2017



Religion & spirituality
are a phenomena.
They must be making
a living at it;
they're still going.

I learned more about spirituality
digging a septic-tank hole, 9' X 16',
at 15 years of age
in the Outback of Australia.


Knowing nothing
creates wonderment.

I live a
wonderful life.
My world is
full of
Good fortune to me
that I love

I understand
you might want
to help people.
Better to help

How does
it know.

Once two know,
it's not
a secret anymore.

Know your
own secret.

If you allow it,
don't complain
about it.

When man
goes to sleep,
there is no world.
The world is dependent
upon man
to stay awake.

You can't live
in a day dream
& a night dream
at the same time.

Why not go
beyond the doer
and accomplish
the lot?

No matter how big
or how small
the addiction is,
it's still
an addiction.

Do less,

In a global society with global wealth & global problems, as in the amount of people that are being killed on this Planet or are starving in Africa & elsewhere, if you don't do something about it, guaranteed, you are next!

The reason people
can't turn the TV off
is because it
will turn
their life off.

Those who can live
without television
are doing.

Next time you look
in the mirror,
know that the image
you are seeing
is created
by your
likes & dislikes.

I am not here
to teach

After a lifetime of Sadhana
I have come to the point;

Ignorance & fantasy
masquerading as the Truth.

I don't need
the world to
fill a lack.

Whatever you tack
onto the end of I AM,
you become a prisoner of it.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017



Free from the programming,
back to their Natural State.

In order to get it
you have to give it.

The only way to stop a
tyrannical government
is through morals.
A society that is
morally bankrupt
is already beaten.


do you
go from



To understand
the value of my support,
you have to accept it.

Famine teaches
the arrogant
all they need
to know
about support.

28 years ago, when I came here, I warned people about famine. The greatest famine the world has ever known is manifesting in America, here and now, as we speak.

When wanting
becomes more
than caring ,
you're in trouble.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017



Someone who knew me for many years said,
"How can you be the Guru, you don't fit the mold?"
My reply was,

Nobody is missing anything.
It is the same, equal thing
in everyone.
The only difference
is the depth that
it's buried in.

What else is there in life but
to recognize oneself in others?
How hard can it be?

To get free
of the illusion
of time,
you have to
have some.

Time I AM the Destroyer of All Things.
If you want to live forever,
don't become a thing.
Not forgetting, of course,
that there is no such thing
as forever without Time.

Don't think you're going to escape from the prison of time by going to heaven. In heaven, they measure time by eternities.

Next time you're on your own, whenever that may be, try this little experiment. Talk, out loud about yourself for 20 minutes without using the words I & AM. At the end of 20 minutes you will become the observed, not the observer. You will experience witness consciousness. The object of the experiment is annihilation. When the penny hits the deck, I know you'll understand. If & when the shock wears off, you'll thank me.

Ever wonder why babies have so much light?
They haven't used it all up yet.





What is time?
Time is an agreed to
span of nothingness.

People don't
live on the Earth
they live on concrete.

I live a life of abundance
without waste.

If you cant
separate it
then you'll
have to
transcend it.

The obvious question;

I have lived many,
many lifetimes
in this one life and
I haven't finished yet.

If you don't want to be afraid of the unknown,
then get familiar with it.
Put all your belief systems aside for a while,
even for a few moments, &
I will introduce you.

He couldn't change things,
but that didn't mean that
he had to participate.

Your 'there' is not quite 'there',
therefore, stick at it.
 I have great confidence in you.
I was like you &
you will be like me,
in spite of yourself.