Sunday, May 24, 2015

ONCE THE PENNY DROPS

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Once
the penny drops
nothing
will be the same.
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If I can
do it
any fool
can
do it.
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On your deathbed
it's too late.
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A blank can only reflect back what you put in. Lack of disturbance is a blank. In Dominoes, there is a double blank. Double 6 is the ultimate disturbance.
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All
belief systems
are dreams.
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You will be awake
when you know that
waking & sleeping
is a dream;
as with
coming & going.
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What makes
a dream
appear
to be real
is
excessive interest.
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The power behind these words
is potent enough to destroy you
& what you believe yourself to be.
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People do not
come looking
to me for hope;
they come looking
for me when all hope
is gone.
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ABANDON
HOPE
ALL YE
WHO
ENTER
HERE
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Death of this
is the birth
of that.
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Cavemen mentality
is playing itself out
with modern weaponry.
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What will
the military
do to survive?
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All that
happens is
the
Fallout of Transmutation.

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Even a crow
can recognize
acts of kindness.
Can you?

Saturday, May 23, 2015

WHAT IS INTUITION?

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Intuition~
Knowledge
from within.
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The Art of Living;
that's what it is.
Nothing more.
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Their integrity
protects them.
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I AM
That soldier.
I AM
that I AM.
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Who knows what tomorrow will bring
when you did what you did today?
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If I'm not here
where's the world?
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I AM
because God is.
God is because
I AM.
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It's
'know nothing'
time again.
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There is no such thing as
freedom of speech in
a programmed society.
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Committing is dangerous.
It will get you committed.








Friday, May 22, 2015

I NEVER MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE

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"Why did you come here?"
"I believed I could help. I made a mistake.
I never make the same mistake twice."
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You can't enjoy anything
unless you appreciate it.
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If you want to know
if a politician is lying,
watch his tongue.
If it moves,
know that he is lying.
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The biggest scam
ever run on people is
that they have choices.
Whatever you are not aware of
is choosing for you.

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Living the way
Americans live, now,
is very short term.
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I grew up with pigs.
They're cleaner
than a lot of people
I have met.
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Even a fool knows
how to spend money.
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I have always seen life as work.
I have worked for life my whole life.
Work, now, is letting life work for me.
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What now?
Move on.
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People miss
the most
obvious things.
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Relying on
anything time-bound
for your happiness
is doomed to failure.
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Needing anything
to make you happy
is a failure.
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In a roomful of nudes
there are no characters.
They come with the clothes.
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Give up your childish ways and toys
now before I take them from you.
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I cannot give you anything.
I can only take away
your dreams and fantasies.
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When one is identified
with dreams and fantasies
they will fight to protect them.
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Civil war
is coming
soon!
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Committing is dangerous.
It will get you committed.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

WHAT ARE YOU REALLY INTERESTED IN?

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You can't fake interest,
You either are or you're not.
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Needs are met
when neurotic
desires are gone.
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How can a man
who is a slave
to his desires
ever be free?
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You chase around the world trying to get all the things you want & what you have gets ignored.
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Man is not the performer of actions, then who is?
Once you know that, you are beyond good & bad karma.
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From Gods' mouth to my ears.
Once I hear it I can pass it on.
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One who
lives in hope
dies in hope.
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Isn't it enough
to know
I don't know?
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If you want change
look to the world.
Don't look for it in That?

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

A BIT OF LIFE IN THE OUTBACK FOR A YOUNG POMMEY BOY

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(I’ve only been resting about an hour,
when I hear Defoes’ loud Australian voice
booming and echoing through the Army-style barracks.)

DEFOE
Get out of those fart sacks you pommy fucking bastards! It’s time to eat, that’s if you mummies little darlings are not too fucking tired! (As he walks down the line of beds he says;)
Who the fucking hell took it upon themselves to clean up the fucking outer-dairy-yard without fucking asking first? Which one of you pack ‘a pommy bastards did it?
YORKY
I did. (in a nervous voice.)

DEFOE
What do you mean ‘I DID’, you little fucking pipsqueak? Who the fucking hell helped you?

YORKY
No one. I saw it hadn’t been done and it needed doing. I’m the one to blame.

(Defoe strides down the shed and stands in front of me.)

DEFOE
Show me you hands.

(I open mi hands. There are about 6 or 8 blisters on them.)

I would not have believed it unless I saw it with mi own eyes. Perhaps I misjudged you, ya scrawny looking Pommy bastard. That's what I like to see.

(He roars as he stands in front of me, looking back down the line. Then he turns to me.)

Good lad, you’re going to make it in the bush. Now go outside and piss on your hands. That’ll heal your blisters and toughen ‘em up. Where’s that ugly little bastard called Morris, and that big curly-headed pufta called Dave? Ah, there you are. You two can take the little bastards job in the kitchen and if you can work as good as him I’ll git ya a job in the Bush. Now fucking move you limey bastards, ya dinners getting cold!


(After the meal we all sit around a bit. Some of us talk and some of us write letters home to our families. At about 9 O’clock the lights in the large Nissan hut are turned out and we all try to get a good nights sleep.)

(Early the next morning I can no longer rest so I get up and dress myself in mi work clothes ready for my first days work. Just for a joke I grab mi old trumpet from under the bed. I pop the locks, put the mouthpiece in, then with a great lung full of air I blow the morning Reveille.)

BOY
Oh shit! Put that fucking trumpet away Titch. It’s only 5 O'clock!

(A few seconds later 2 or 3 pillows come flying across the room in my general direction. Then a large work-boot with a rubber heel bounces at my feet.)

YORKY
Alright boys. Just a little joke, but don’t let Defoe catch you in bed ‘cause he’s likely to do anything, you know.

(At 6 O’clock we were all in the kitchen tucking into a large plate of lamb chops, eggs, bacon and toast and a tin mug of piping hot tea. Defoe comes into the kitchen, gets himself a large plate of breakfast, then disappears back outside again. After breakfast we all go back to our beds for an extra few minutes lay down while our big breakfast digests. It is not long before Defoes’ big, rough head appears in the doorway.)

DEFOE
Alright you Pommy fucking bastards,on your fucking feet. Time to go to work! Who blew that fucking trumpet this morning?

YORKY
I did.

DEFOE
Get it out and play me a tune, Squirt.

(I pull out the trumpet and play Defoe a couple of Trad songs, then just for fun I play the theme music to the Lone Ranger. Defoe seems to love the trumpet and when I put it away he comes over and says)

Why do you want to work on a farm in the bush, Squirt?

YORKY
‘Cause I can’t get it out of mi head. Ever since I knew it was possible for me to come out here to Australia, that’s all I ever wanted to do.

DEFOE
I’ll get you a job in the Army Cadets and after that you’ll get bumped up to the regular Army. You’ll make real good money and you won’t have to go through any shit in the Army band. You could make yourself a real beaut career out‘a music, Squirt. So have a good think about it, alright?

YORKY
I can tell ya right now Mr. Defoe, I don’t want to join any Army band. I just want to get out to the Bush and work on a farm.

DEFOE
Just think about it.
(He turns and walks out of the Nissan hut.)

(That day we all busy ourselves milking cows, driving tractors, cleaning the place up and whatever jobs one generally does around a farm. In the afternoon Defoe says to us boys)

DEFOE
Can any of you lot ride a horse?
(A couple of the boys raise their hands).

Go and catch old Patches over there and saddle him up. You can all take turns in riding him. It’ll give you a bit of experience in case you need it some time.

(Patches is a big, strong-looking black & white Gelding. One of the boys throws a saddle across him and is trying to do up the cinch.)

DEFOE
Not like that ya Pommy bastard!. Go back in the barn and get me a saddle blanket.

(As soon as the boy returns, Defoe places the saddle blanket over old Patches back.Then he throw the Aussie Stock Saddle on the top of the blanket as he says,)

Don’t forget to pull the far side stirrup iron over the saddle,’cause if ya don’t, when ya throw the saddle over him the stirrup iron will hit him under the guts and that’ll spook him and make him kick. This old horse has seen more Pommy bastards then any other horse alive in Australia today and he’s not particularly fond of ‘em. So watch him cause he’s not afraid of kicking and he doesn’t mind biting a piece of Pommy arse now and again. Once the saddle is in place, once you’ve got the cinch up tight, walk him around a bit because he’s a cunning old bastard. He’ll puff his belly out to make you believe the cinch is tight and when you go to mount him he’ll let the air out and you and the saddle will go arse over head in the dirt,OK? Now after you’ve walked him around a bit, if he still keeps his belly puffed out ya give him a real good swift kick in the guts like this.

(Defoe kicks Patches right in the guts and in turn Patches kicks up both of his back legs high in the air and Defoe pulls hard on the cinch .)

Now you’re ready to mount, so watch carefully or you’ll get bit on the arse. You always mount from the left-hand side, and make sure ya hold the far-side rein tight so he can’t bite ya. Ya put ya left foot in the stirrup and then ya swing ya leg up and over in one easy movement like this.

DEFOE
(Defoe is now looming above us as he sits astride Patches.)

Ya give him a good, firm dig with the heel of ya boot, then away ya go, mate.
(After he walks Patches around the yard for a while, he gets off.)
Alright Squirt, hop on ‘im and have a go mate.

(I’d only ever ridden a donkey on Blackpool Beach as a kid for sixpence a ride but I take a deep breath and with great determination I stride up to Patches who put his head down as soon as he sees me approach him.

Grab those reins tight, Squirt! Pull on the far side one until he lifts his head up again!

(As I pulled on the rein, Patches swung his massive head around and tried to bite my bony little arse.)

Look out Squirt! The mean old bastard will have a piece of ya arse if ya not careful mate.”

(All the boys laugh. Patches knows he’s the center of everyones attention, He swings his head around for another go at my arse.)

That stirrup iron is too long for ya Squirt, so adjust the strap like his mate. That’s good enough mate. I’ll do the other side for ya.. Git up on him and watch out for the cunning old bastard. He’s likely to do anything. You got to be thinking one step ahead of that old bastard ‘cause if not, he’ll take over and run the fucking show on ya!

(I mount Patches just like I’d seen on the cowboy shows. I give him a couple of good kicks with the heel of mi boots and Patches starts to walk around.)

Good on ya Squirt.That’s the idea. He’s real hard in the mouth so you’ve got to ride him and show him who’s boss ‘cause if not he’ll take over. Oy! open that gate ya curly-headed pufta so the Squirt can go for a ride in the cow paddock.

(Dave opens the gate and Patches and me ride through into the paddock.)

Go down to the bottom of the paddock and keep ya wits about ya.

(Down the sloping paddock me and Patches ride.)

YORKY (VO)
This is a piece of cake!
(Cowboy Dick rides along with one arm down at his side.)

What a great life it is, riding the Bush Range in Australia. Maybe I’ll get misen a job droving cattle around the Bush now that I can ride a horse.

(We reach the bottom of the long paddock. I’m still fantasizing misen as a cowboy. I almost pull out one of mi imaginary six-guns that are slung low at mi hips. Just then Patches turns around, totally unexpected, and takes off back up the paddock at full speed. All I can do is hang on as mi new bush hat flies off mi head into nowhere. Faster and faster Patches gallops up the field. I’m shit-scared but at the same time the excitement of the gallop is amazing.)

Oh oh! Now what do I do? 30 or 40 yards ahead of me is the barbwire fence where all the boys stand cheering and yahooing.

DEFOE
Ride the old bastard!

BOYS
Yahoo!


(The fence now looms dangerously close and my fantasies are long gone. All of a sudden Patches applies the horse brakes and I see misen flying through the air, headlong over the fence. The next thing I remember is Defoe pulling me up onto mi feet. The back of mi head has a throbbing, dull ache in it and mi arse feels like someone has just kicked it with a size 10 boot.)

DEFOE
Jeesus bloody christ mate! What the fuck are ya playing at! You’re supposed to stop when the horse stops! You’ll bloody well hurt ya self getting off a horse that way. Now git back up on the old bastard and try it again.

YORKY
I don’t think I’m cut out for riding horses Mr. Defoe.

DEFOE
Fucking bullshit lad. You’ll make a fucking good jockey if ya stop eating. Now git back on him ‘cause if ya don’t you’ll end up scared of horses, and if ya scared of horses ya rooted for Bush life.

(Someone catches Patches and hands me the reins. Defoe gives me a leg up.)

Now watch the old bastard. He thinks he’s got it all over ya !

(Defoe is absolutely right ‘cause as soon as we go through the gate into the paddock Patches refuses to go anywhere.)

Give the rotten old bastard a decent kick in the guts!

(The heel of my boots makes contact with Patches sides. He did not take a liking to this command, so he decides to buck. Up on his hind legs he stands. Then he goes down again and at the same time he kicks his back legs high in the air.)

BOYS
YaHoo! Ride him cowboy!

DEFOE
Show the bastard what you’re made of Pommy!

(I give Patches another good command. Up and down he goes, kicking and bucking for his worth. My arse and knees are now feeling the pain as Patches continues to try to hurl me to the ground again.)

Make the bastard go down the paddock again!

(By sheer willpower I get old Patches to walk forwards and down the paddock again, only this time there are no cowboy fantasies playing around in my head, only the dull throbbing ache. When we get to the bottom of the paddock I am one step ahead of Patches. I now know what Defoe is trying to teach me. Instead of letting Patches run the show, I hold the reins in tight so he can’t have his head. After a few seconds I say to Patches in mi broad Yorkshire accent,)

YORKY
OK Patches, you fucking old bastard, this time I’m running the fucking show! Now move you Aussie bastard! Yahhhh!!!!”

(Patches needs no command from my boot heel but I give him one anyway just to let him know who'se boss. Off we go at full gallop. I give him another good heel and for good measure I give him a hefty slap on his arse with mi right hand. Yah! I yelled at the top of mi voice as Patches thunders back up the long paddock. We pass my new Bush hat and for a split second I think I might lean down and snatch it from the ground like a Russian Cossack but dismiss the thought at once.)

Yah!!!!

(Up the paddock we gallop, the barb wire fence is now getting closer. As we get about 10 feet away from it, Patches applies the brakes and this time I lean back in the saddle and pull on the left hand rein with mi feet stuck out at the front. Patches does not like this at all so he gives a few good bucks to show his disapproval.)

DEFOE
You’ve got it all over him now, Squirt. Ride him back here so one these other puftas can show off his horsmanship!

(I dismount and Patches swings his head around to bite my arse and gives me a look of disapproval)


DEFOE
Good on ya mate. We’ll make a fucking good Bushman out of you yet Squirt. Where ya from in England Mate?

YORKY
I’m from Yorkshire, Mr. Defoe.

DEFOE
Well, in that case mate, I’ll just call ya ‘Yorky’ from now on and you can call me Bill. We can do away with that Mr. Defoe bullshit, ‘cause you’ve earned it lad. Now ya can lean on the fence and watch Patches give that ugly little bastard Morris a good fucking workout. Come on Yorky.

Come here Morris you ugly little fucking pufta! Up you fucking go mate and show us what ya made of!

(It felt very strange at first to call him Bill, but before long, I start to feel what it was like to be called a man.)


(That evening, after dinner, we hire a couple of taxis and go own to Cabramatta to check out the town. The Taxis arrive and we all pile in on top of each other. As we pull out of the farm Defoe appears.)


DEFOE
Keep ya fucking noses and cocks clean. I don’t want any of you pommy bastards coming home with a dose of clap. This is a fucking training farm not a fucking hospital! So, don’t go rooting around ‘cause there’s a few loose sheilas around Cabramatta. And don’t git in a fight with those bodgies and fucking widgies!
Fucking puftas! (He says to himself as the taxi drives away.)



GREEK TAXI DRIVER
Where ya lika go?

RALPH (Older boy)
Drop us off where the action is.

TAXI DRIVER
Not a problem mate. We’re overloaded, so if ya see the cops keep ya heads down or I’ll lose mi license.

(The Taxi Driver drops us off in Cabramattas’ main street. There’s not much happening so we buy some milkshakes and walk up and down the street looking in the shop windows. When we come to another cafĂ© I go inside and buy misen 2 –2 oz. Packets of Havelock rolling tobacco. I can’t pass it up because it only costs 7 Aussie bob a packet. I see an Army Disposal store and I go in. I know exactly what I am looking for.)


SHOPKEEPER
G'day sport.What can I do for you mate?

YORKY
I’m looking for a sheath knife.

SHOPKEEPER
No worries mate, I’ve got sheath knives coming out the Yazoo. Have a Captain Cook at some ‘a these, sport. Ya bound to find a beauty in that case. Give us a holler if ya need some help.

YORK
I’ll take this one.

SHOPKEEPER
That’s a good-looking knife, sport.
She’s got a beaut blade on her. That’ll set ya back 2 quid, mate.

(I pay the man his 2 pounds which leaves me with 15 shillings to mi name)


SHOPKEEPER
Look after yourself mate and don’t get that knife tangled up with a ‘Dago’.

YORKY
What’s a Dago?

SHOPKEEPER
Christ, mate. Where the bloody hell have you been all ya life? Did ya just arrive on the last boat?

YORKY
Yes. I’ve only been in Australia for two days.


SHOPKEEPER
Gawd streuth mate! You pommys are coming out here younger every year. I suppose ya all work up at the Big Brothers dairy farm, do ya?

YORKY
Yeah. There’s 16 of us.

SHOPKEEPER
Well sport, a Dago is a greek and another name for ‘em is a ‘Grill’.

YORKY
Why d’ya call ‘em those names?

SHOPKEEPER
‘Cause at the end of a days work they say ‘day go’ and most of them work the milk bars and they’re always grilling something or other. So that’s why they get the name ‘Grills’ from. Ya see sport? Now we’ve also got a lot of Italians in this great country of ours, so we call ‘em ‘Wops’ and the Abos are called ‘Bungs’ ‘cause if ya hit ‘em with the roo bar of the truck they make the sound ‘BUNG’. D’ya get it cobber?
(he has a good laugh to himself)
Now take you English gentlemen for example. In our country we don’t recognize your class system so we call you blokes ‘limeys’ or better still, ‘pommy bastards’ ‘cause you’ve got skin like pomegranates.
(laughs again)

YORKY
Thanks for the information.

SHOPKEEPER
G'day sport, see ya around like a rissole.

(We boys are sitting around on a couple of street benches outside the Post Office. It’s 9:30 at night. The year is 1964. The local kids are tearing up and down the streets in their hotted-up Holden cars. A couple of young girls are walking down the street in their stiletto-heeled boots and hiked-up skirts. They’re absorbed in conversation as they come near to the benches we’re sitting on.)

PETER
(One of the oldest of our crew.)
Hello darlings. Where are you two lovelies going?

GIRL 1
Root ya fucking boot ya pommy bastard!

PETER
Charming, I must say.

GIRL 2
Fuck you, ya pommy bastard!

BOY
You’re a real charmer with the Ladies, Peter.

GINGER
How would you like to take those two home and introduce them to your mum?

PETER
Not bloody likely! I hope that’s not an example of the everyday Aussie chick.

(It’s getting late so we call a taxi service and head back out to the Farm. We all pile out of the Taxis and pay off the driver.)


RALPH
Look what I found in Town!
(Opens a brown paper bag and pulls out a small box of fireworks.)


YORKY
You’d better not set them off here Ralph or Defoe will kick your ass.

RALPH
Bullocks to Bill Defoe! There’s no bangers, there’s only Fizzers and Catherine
Wheels.

(Ralph walks over to the fence and stuck a couple of Fountains in the cracks of the
fence post. Then he pins 4 Cathrine Wheels to the fence post and lights them all at once.)



RALPH
That’s it, the shows over! Let’s go to bed. I’m knackered and tomorrow we’ve got to get up at 5.


THE NEXT MORNING

DEFOE
Get out of those fart sacks you pommy bastards. Who the fucking hell was setting off fireworks last night?

RALPH
(Pulling the bed covers off his head.)
I was. Why? What do you want, shouting your head off at this time of night?

DEFOE
Get out-a bed you fucking yobo before I piss all over ya!
(He grabs Ralphs’ bed covers and rips them clean off the bed revealing Ralphs’ scrawny body curled up in the fetal position.)

Get ya plates of meat on the deck, boy, before I chuck a bucket of water on ya!


RALPH
What’s the matter?

DEFOE
I’ll show you what the bloody matter is sport! Put ya boots on and come with me!

RALPH
What about mi clothes?

DEFOE
Fuck ya clothes! You’ve got fuck all to brag about anyway! Come on! Hurry up!

(Ralph puts is boots on and follows Defoe out of the hut. He walks over to the fence post where Ralph had set off the fireworks. We all follow outside.)

(I see what made Defoe mad. Gray smoke is drifting out of the wooden fence post. The whole top of the post is now a large piece of black charcoal.)

RALPH
OH SHIT!!!!!

DEFOE
Ya stupid, fucking pommy bastard! Look what you’ve done to mi fence post! Had ya have done that in dry bush country we’d have a bloody bush fire on our hands now mate! If ya had another brain in your head, lad, it would be fucking lonely, ya silly yahoo bastard! Go and get ya strides on and after breakfast I’ll show ya where the fence posts are kept. Ya can dig that bastard out and stick a new one in. Then I’ll show ya how to re-strain the fence back up!

(Ralph is standing in his boots and underpants, looking half-asleep so Defoe kicks him in the arse,)

Wake up to yourself, ya sleepy, pommy bastard. Go and get some gear on!

(Ralph gives Defoe a dirty look and takes off at the double, back to the hut to put his work gear on.)




(A few days later Defoe gives 6 of the older boys 5 pounds each
and a train ticket to a Bush town.)

DEFOE
The Cocky will meet ya at the station. Good luck lads’. This is Gods’ own country and with a bit of hard work and a few brains ya should do all right for ya selves.

(Later, after all the boys, except Morris and me, have left.)

YORKY
What about me and Morris, Bill? Haven’t ya got a place for us to go to yet?

DEFOE
Ya sure ya won’t change ya mind about going in the Army?

YORKY
Quite sure Bill. I’m itching to get out to the Bush. I’ve been looking forwards to that for 2 years now.

DEFOE
Alright mate. Ya old enough to leave home so I guess ya old enough to make decisions for ya self. You and Morris will be leaving tomorrow morning, so better roll ya swag bright and early.


(It is difficult for me to sleep,‘cause all I can think of is red dust and kangaroos. In the morning I am packed, so I make my way across to the kitchen for some breakfast.)

DEFOE (Enters Nissan hut)
Here’s ya ticket Morris and 5 quid for ya start in life. Here’s your ticket Yorky and here’s a fiver mate. Make sure you look after it, ‘cause you’ll have to work bloody hard in the Bush for a fiver.

YORKY
Thanks Bill. You’re a real good bloke. You’ve really helped me a lot since I’ve been here.

DEFOE
Root ya boot Yorky. Ya train leaves at 2 O’clock from Sydney Central so don’t go fucking around Sydney and miss ‘em or you’ll be sleeping on the station all night.

(The jackaroos load our cases into his car and drive us both down to Cabramatta station.)



SYDNEY CENTRAL TRAIN STATION

(Morris and I sit around smoking and eating chips waiting for our trains. The train Morris was to take arrived on time and I helped him put his 2 large bags on board.)

YORKY
Look after yourself Morris. Keep practicing with your knife and best of luck to you

MORRIS
Same to you Yorky.
(Goes inside train to find his seat).


(There is no one left in my life now to say “don’t do this” or “don’t do that’. All I have to listen to now is the inner voice of silence that lives in the center of my heart.)

(I’m left sitting on Central Station by myself, feeling rather sad as I sit here thinking about all the people I’ve left behind, mi mother, dad and sisters, the 15 lads I’ve lived with for the past 9 weeks, Bill Defoe. They're in the dead past now. ‘O well’ I’m thinking, as I wipe away a couple of tears that are slowly trickling down mi cheek, ‘all I’m left with is what I started out with, myself’)

Monday, May 4, 2015

A WAY OUT OF MISERY

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If you don't want
someone around
tell them the truth.
It works every time.
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I live life on
the front line
of the war
on ignorance.
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I'm perfectly capable
of controlling my own mind.
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Once I could
love myself
more than God did,
I didn't need Him.
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The mother
is God to
the child.
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There is a secret to feeling good.
It's called, 'Do the right thing'.
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Thinking
gets in
the way.
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You think when you're not supposed to &
you don't think when you're supposed to.
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Once I knew
there was
a way out
of the misery,
I pursued it.
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Better to give up your toys now
or have them forcibly taken.
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No one can be creative
unless they are supportive.
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If I don't deal
with it today,
I'm still going
to have to deal
with it tomorrow.
Nothing magically
goes away.
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What is it that the people know
that they don't want to know?
Some would rather die.
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Even an ostrich has to take his head out of the sand sometime & he is an expert. I don't like your chances.

Friday, May 1, 2015

NO MORE ELECTRIC CITIES

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When the electricity goes out
there will be no more electric cities.
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The world is
Gods Grace.
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The rot & corruption
come out
of a Society
that's had it
too easy.
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In society,
that's one of
the obsessions;
shape & form.
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When the Unknown
becomes aware
of the Known
it makes it
as itself.
When the Impersonal
becomes aware
of the Personal,
the Personal
becomes Impersonal.
*
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What are people working for? Are they not slaves to their desires? Can you imagine how much free time you would have for yourself if 50% of your desires just fell away?
*
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Justifying neuroses,
no matter what shape & form
they manifest in,
is not acceptable.
*
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Focusing on what you don't have
rather than what you do have is neurotic.
Focusing on what you don't have
causes the Neurons to misfire.
Try driving a car that's misfiring,
you'll know what I mean.
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Manifest your desires, by all means.
Just don't forget,
you're living in a dream.
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Dreams can never
become Reality.
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Reality will
always shatter dreams,
like a stone
against a window.
*
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Spend your time wisely.
Work hard for what
money cannot buy.
One day it will
serve you well.
*
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INTEREST
Now there's something
you cannot buy.
You either have it
or you don't.
*
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The Kingdom of God
lies within everyman.
Why chase trinkets?
*
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To the man with
no roof
over his head,
a tent
would be
considered
a mansion.
*
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Opulence
lies
in
simplicity.
*
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He who has the most toys
is the most fearful of all.
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It will make no difference to the street man when the money market crashes. It will make no difference to the animals when the electricity goes out. It will make no difference to the birds when airplanes no longer fly.
*
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No Equality,
No Democracy.
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The amount of lies
a politician spews forth
is in direct proportion
to his corruption.
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Put one rotten apple in the middle of a barrel of good ones and watch what happens. A few corrupt people will contaminate others. Can you imagine what a lot of corrupt people are capable of?
*
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Hard work & a man
go hand in hand.
Remove the work.
Sacrifice the man.
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First attain Manhood.
It's a pre-requirement
to Godhood.
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Idle hands are the devils' tools.
A lazy mind is the devils' home residence.
*
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Someone once asked me
why people die on the
streets of India.
My answer was very simple,
"They die where they live."
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It takes quite a bit to wake up
one man who is fast asleep.
My question to you is
"What's it going to take
to wake up billions?"
*
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A courageous man
welcomes the unknown
with open arms.
A fearful man clings
to the known
for his very life,
as he knows it.
*
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Birth and Death revolve like a hamster on a wheel.
When the wheel stops, will you get off & walk away
or will you do your best to start it up again?
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A true Aborigine knows when his time is due to expire.
At the appointed time he will walk off into the desert,
on his own, to face the God of Death.
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Being born is a disaster.
A good death is a blessing.
Living a wanton life
does not an easy death make.
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Beyond the idea of birth and death
is Life itself.
*
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Welcome
the opposites
& live anew.
*
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How can a programmed man
claim free speech?
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I'm happy.
I don't rely on skin
for my beauty.
The beauty shop
is inside,
not outside.
*
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If you don't want to come back &
do this all over again,
don't leave a mess behind.
*
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I am a Living Legend
in the Outback of Australia.
My Legend status
didn't start till I left.
I was wondering
what is going to happen
when I leave this Planet?
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I can do this on my own,
guaranteed without failure.
The word 'failure'
has no place
in my vocabulary.
*
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Everyone likes to be a winner.
Stick with me & you can't go wrong!
*
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I want for you
what I want for myself.
I wish true wealth & happiness on all of you.
I wish you well.
I wish you peace of mind.
I wish you an abundance of joy.
*
*











Unless interfered with by man,
the Laws of Nature are
Just and Honorable.
*
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Every ones' livelihood
comes from the Earth.
She is a great Provider.
'Give us this day our daily bread.'
*
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It is the nature of this Planet to change it's shape and form. It is continually doing that. Sometimes it's hardly noticeable, at other times it is very radical.
*
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Life, as we know it,
is dependent on
Earth, Water, Fire & Air.
We cannot afford
to lose any one of them.
*
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At first, It's man using the drug.
Then, It's the drug using the man.
*
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Eating meat
overheats the mind.
*
*








How many children believe
that milk comes from the Supermarket?
*
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No one can get away
from this question:
"How many people
have died in
the name of Religion?"
*
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Everything has to go
in order for it
to be different.
That way, everyone
will be equal.
I can't see the rich
pulling the poor up.
Can you?
*
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You can't sink any lower than torture.
Acceptance of torture creates the end times.
*
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Hence Sadhana, so one doesn't
have to live a life of fear.
*
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Living a fearless life & longevity
don't generally go together.
*
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Don't complain when the
government controls your mind
if you refuse to do it.
*
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Unless you ask,
you're not ready
to know.
*
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For all the world saviors out there. If you really want to help, dump your world savior complex on a narcissistic psychopath.
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What makes great beings great
is that they recognize each other.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

THE WORK IS NEVER-ENDING

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The difficulties in life
are there to remind one
that they are a great being.
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The work is
never-ending.
It's the one
doing it
that ends.
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If you want to live in a timeless state get rid of your clocks & watches. My clock has no numbers or hands & it's accurate.
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If you haven't eaten food
grown by your own hand
then you haven't lived.
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One can only live
in the moment,
in the now.
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"How can I live in the now?"
"Very simple. You dwell in the past, now
& you imagine the future, now".
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For those who can't find
their way out of ignorance
& delusion, are they not prisoners?
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People who don't
handle change very well,
could always dive
into the void.

Monday, April 6, 2015

PEACE IS BAD FOR BUSINESS

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Peace is
bad for
business
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No one can accuse you
of being ignorant
when you speak the Truth.
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You can't practice
being in the Now.
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You can't
escape
the Now
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The basis
of manipulation
is separation.
*
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Trust in the Space
between the Breath.
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We came with everything
we need to make us happy.
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Perfection
includes
warts & all.
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When one is afraid of their power
they don't deserve to live.
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Talking is
amplified
thinking.
*
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All thinking & talking are expressions of the Matrika Shakti. Words become infused with that power. The power in words; the Matrika Shakti.
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I guess I don't have much
because I don't want much.
I always found the
basic necessities enough.
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Were I to be accepted by Society
& have followers then I would know,
for sure, that I was doing something wrong.
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Only correct actions
bring correct results.
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Sabotage restricts your
freedom of expression.

THE GOOSE IN THE BOTTLE

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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.