Tuesday, March 31, 2015

STAYING OPEN TO THE UNKNOWN

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Staying open
to the unknown
in life
is the formula
for living life to
the fullest.
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Turn away
from the world
& have a look.
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What is coming
is beyond mans
imagination
which will
shatter it.
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When you are looking
for something
you need a world
to look for it in.
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Once you fill up
all your time,
you're out of it.
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In my life,
anything that
isn't positive
has to go.
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My
loss
is
my
gain.
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Bad feelings
are not pleasant
things to
carry around.
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Forgive them
for they
know not
what they do.
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You don't have
to do what
I've done
in life.
I've already
done it.
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If you have
a sweet tooth,
you're welcome
to eat the
fruits
of my labor.
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Why people can't fly
is because they are
attached to the Earth.
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Thoughts
shape
life.
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Thoughts
shaped
my life
until the
silence
manifested.
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No thought
No shape
No form
Thought-free,
shapeless &
formless.
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Preachers
preach.
I live it.
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Stop seeing yourself
as the performer of actions
& you will find out that
coming and going is Godly.
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The road to freedom
lies beyond labels.
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When you've convinced yourself
that there is no where to go,
then you'll always be home.
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Pure,
undiluted
attention
heals.
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Whether you're stuck
with no money
or stuck with
all the money
in the world;
stuck is stuck.
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Once mankind ceases
to care about
his own kind,
he can no longer
exist.
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You don't look for,
You look at.
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Any fool can sabotage
A wise man destroys.
That is the challenge!

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Whatever you
can't control
is good for you.
Enjoy it.
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When you
don't want
anything
where is the
need for time?

Monday, March 30, 2015

DROWNING IN BLACKPOOL

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As a child, the family took me to Blackpool, (a seaside resort). I was 6 years old and boys being boys, I decided to go in the Ocean for a swim. I forgot that my idea of swimming was to flop my arms and kick one leg, the other keeping good contact with the bottom of the small swimming pool in Sowerby Bridge in Yorkshire. I was doing quite well until a large wave rolled clean over the top of me and then proceeded to drag me out about 20 feet or so. When I felt for the bottom it was gone! I immediately sunk down about 15 feet and there I found the bottom. Horrendous fear and panic arose as I had swallowed, what I perceived to be, half of the Atlantic Ocean. Somehow I struggled to the surface and before I could catch a breath another wave went over me.



There was a small boat about 10 feet away from me with 6 or 8 tourists, laughing and joking as they waited to go out for a trip. The fear, desperation and uncontrollable panic stopped me from crying out for help. I did my best but nothing came out, except seawater. Down I went for a second time and hit the bottom again.



This time I met the God of Death. I don't need to tell what that was like. He said to me, "You're going to die today. I'll be waiting for you!" At that stage, I think I pissed myself. Somehow I got to the surface again. Once there I focused on a young man I could see in the boat. I had been taught to pray, so in a nano-second I prayed, pleaded and begged for my life to be saved. My prayer went so, " Please, please, please save me God! I will do everything you tell me to do for the rest of my life if You will please save me!! At that point I went down for the third time. The pain in my head and lungs was now at bursting point. As far as I was concerned my life was over before it had really begun and I knew He was at the bottom waiting for me. As that thought flashed through the mind, a hand grabbed my hair and yanked me to the surface. The next thing I remember was coughing up the Atlantic Ocean in the relative safety of the small boat.



The young man, who I had focused on, just before I went down again, had hauled me out. "Are you alright son?" he asked. "Are you OK?"

"I'm alright." I coughed and blurted out.

"Where's your mother? I'll take you back to her."

"No, please mister. Don't tell mi mum. She'll kill me. I'm not supposed to go in the water!"



Once he saw I was all right, he turned the boat around and put me on the beach. When I got back to where my mother was sitting, she said, "Where the bloody hell have you been, you little bleeder? Have you been in that bloody water when I told you not to?"

"No mum, only paddling."

"Stay here now with me and don't go bloody wandering off on your own. And don't go in that bloody water again. People who can't swim have drowned in the water. I'm sure you don’t want to experience that do you?"

"No mum." I said.



From that day to this, I have lived on borrowed time. I have also kept the promise I made. There has been many times over the years that I questioned my plea for help. Regardless of that I am still here, following His orders. The first time I heard that voice again, (after Blackpool) it said to me, "Leave this place and go to Australia."



By the way, tattooing my head was not my bright idea. I'll give you one guess who thought that one up!

MY MADNESS WILL CURE YOUR MADNESS ©

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Sunday, March 29, 2015

NO MISTAKES ONLY EXPERIMENTS

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Patience is
its own gift.
Be patient &
watch what happens
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Acceptance
brings its
own changes.
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Everyone wants to change something.
What's wrong with things as they are?
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If you have man you must have God. They're inseparable. Mans has his law & God has his. Gods law supersedes mans law any time it so wishes. It can intervene any time is likes.
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How much do you posses
& how much possess you?
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I never ask for help
out of weakness &
strength doesn't
need help
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'I'm forever blowing bubbles'
should be the theme song
for the Federal Reserve.
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"If brains were gunpowder boy,
you wouldn't have enough to
blow your bloody hat off!"
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When the fruit is ripe
it falls from the tree.
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If you don't
challenge ignorance,
you remain ignorant.
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A beautiful woman
without much brain power
is like a beautiful flower
without a scent.
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There's
nothing else,
at the end
of the day,
but love.
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I AM
dead & empty.
I have no one to ask,
therefore, I'll just
have to take my word for it.
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Nothing hidden
from view.
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There are
no mistakes
only experiments.
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Intellectual
satisfaction
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If you don't want to resist
then you'll have to trust.
If you don't know
where you are going
you have 2 options.
Resist/Trust.
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I do not need
a signpost.
You only need signposts
if you've left home.
They help you
find your way back.
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You are either responsible for everything
or you are responsible for nothing.
Once you have made your decision
you will not be in need of help.
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Only True
Human Beings
will survive.
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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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How can a man
who is a slave
to his desires
ever be free?

THE MANTRA FOR PEACE::OM SHANTI

Thursday, March 26, 2015

RADICAL CHANGE::RADICAL ACTION

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All the programs shatter when one thing appears that is not contained within the programs. That one thing is called The Catalyst. I cause direct transmutation without myself becoming contaminated.
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25 years ago, when I first came to America, this was my Statement of Fact;
"85% of this world population is going to be wiped out. The remaining 15% will only survive through Unconditioned Love". Without exception, to a man, everyone said, 'Not in my lifetime!'. Well, here we are, teetering on the brink of destruction. One massive, natural disaster and over we go!.
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As above
so below.
As below
so above.
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CEOs' come and go
but the corporations
policies stay the same.
Wars start and finish
but the policies of war
remain constant.
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Radical change
requires radical action.
Don't buy the label~
EXTREMIST.
Radical change is
necessary for survival.
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Survival is not
your desire.
That desire comes out of
name, shape and form.
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I have never changed.
I AM the constant.
I live behind
name, shape and form.
It is the perfect hiding place.
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I AM
as close
to you
as your
breath.
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Some desires are fulfillable, some desires are unfulfillable. Don't waste time desiring unfulfillable desires. Desire the biggest desire you can. It contains all of the lesser desires. My desire is PEACE ON EARTH. What's yours? Write it down on paper. Pull it down out of the Ether.
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God
exists
in
feelings.
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A man can live without his sight.
He can live without his sense of taste.
He can live without his sense of smell,
& many live without their hearing.
It is impossible to live without feelings.
Therefore, everyone is alive by the Grace of God.
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Everyone
has a sense of
I AM.
Focus on it.
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Introduce something
to the mind
that it cannot control &
the circuits will blow.
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All the mind
is interested in
is survival.

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Be careful
what you wish for.
My heart has no limits ~
you will get it.
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'Thank your lucky stars.'
'Never look a gift horse in the mouth.'
'Be grateful for what you've got;
there are others less fortunate than you.'
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True charity
heals the heart.
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Balanced breath.
Balanced life.
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The mother
cannot go back
to being a single woman.
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Fantasies & illusions
can only create a
false sense of security.
If you expect anything
else from them, you will
be sadly disappointed.
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If you don't
like the effect
remove the cause.
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The
downside
of fame
is you
get it.
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Sadhana
is like
cleaning
house.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

THANKFULLNESS

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The less people have
the more they appreciate.
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'More the merrier'
is
propaganda.
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Don't tell me you can't
live without hope.
Of course you can,
when you've got trust.
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As things get worse and worse
by the day. How long before you
run out of hope?
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Thankfulness
is a state
of being.
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As a child I was beaten and told, "you deserve it!". So, I grew up believing 'that I deserve'. And now, the good times are here, 'I deserve them', and rightly so.
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Let the
good times
roll.
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The sound of the rain on the roof should convince you of the existence of God. If that doesn't convince you, then try the Sun. Should you not get any joy there, Pluto will take care of you, don't worry.
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The reason people feel powerless
about what's happening is because
they are in debt.
It's planned that way.
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Debt is a way
of controlling
societies.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

GRATITUDE CATALYST

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A catalyst
for gratitude.
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You cannot deny
your own existence.
Look to
your own existence
to prove
the existence of God.
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People are
their own
worst enemy.
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The government
is a convenient
dumping ground.
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Look to yourself
for blame & fault.

Monday, March 23, 2015

OFF TO TOWN::A STORY FROM THE OUTBACK

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The next day, being Saturday, I finished mi work at 12 and by 1 O'Clock
I was showered and in mi good town gear waiting in Burts' old, blue comby Volkswagen for his missus to come out.
"They're all the bloody same, women. All morning she's had to get ready and she's still not here! Go and tell her, Burt said to git a move on or I'll leave her at home!"
I ran across to the kitchen where Kay was,
"Burt says he's gonna leave ya here if ya don't git'a move on, Mrs. Booth."
"Go and tell Burt, I'm on my way." She said.
"She's on her way.", I said to Burt as I climbed into the Comby.
In a few minutes old Kay got in the front of the Comby and said,
"OK! What ya waiting for Burt. I thought ya were in a hurry?"
"Strueth woman, what ya got all that paint and powder on ya face for? You'll scare the Bungs on Chamens Corner half to death when they see you!"
"Very funny Burt. Are you going to drive or are we going to bake ourselves in the Van?"
Old Burt started the comby and we drove down the track, past the dam and out onto the dirt road to Lake Cargelligo. Burts' Comby rattled like hell on the rough dirt road and before long, mi good white shirt was covered in red dust. I didn't feel to bad about it because Kays' white hat with the frill of white lace on it was just the same color as my shirt.
It was exactly 12 miles to Lake Cargelligo from Burts' front gate to the strip of bitumen road, just out of town. It was a relief when the Comby hit the bitumen because the dust stopped coming through the door hinges and the rattles went almost silent. (Lake Cargelligo was like most other Bush towns except that it had a big lake at the end of the street. There was no barrier up so if one was too drunk, they'd end up in the lake and over the years quite a few did.)
There was a few houses on the left and right-hand side of the road as we made our way to the main street. A large new-looking house on the right was the Police Station and next to that was the towns' jail which as all run by Sargent Montgomery. As we drove past the jail to the first intersection, Burt turned right, down the main street. He drove to the end of the street, which was only about 150 yards long, turned the old Comby around before we got too close to the lake and then headed back up the other side of the street to angle park, nose into the curb.
He turned to Kay and said, "Lake Cargelligo, Missus. Don’t spend too much 'cause it's hard to make. I'm off to the pub to cash a cheque so I can pay him his wages. Ya can show him the Main street if ya like. I'll meet ya here in 10 minutes Missus."
It was a really hot day so I got out of Burts' Comby as soon as I could. I'd put too much Brylcream on mi hair and it was slowly running down the back of mi neck.
"Is mi shirt dirty?", I said to Kay.
"Dirty's not the word for it! It's more like muddy. You've got too much hair oil on and it's run all down ya back. Give me ya hanky and I'll clean it up for ya."
"Thanks Mrs. Booth. I'll know not to put so much on next time."
Old Kay was not a bad old sort at times. She was probably stuck with Burt herself, 'cause no one got a divorce in the Bush in those days.
"Let's take a walk up the Main street, Richard.", she said.
"Are there anymore streets?"
"No, Lake Cargelligo isn't a real big place. Theres' only one main street and where we stooped at the end of the intersection is where the shops stop, so it's about one short block long."
We walked up the street a few yards from the pub where we'd parked and outside of the Stock & Station Agents, she spoke to a young lad who looked about 19 years old.
"Hello Robbie.", she said.
"G'day Mrs. Booth. In town shopping are ya?"
"Just came in for a few supplies. This is Richard. He's working at our place."
"G'day mate. My name's Robbie Townsend. What's yours?"
"Richard Swindells, but some people call me 'Yorky'."
"Ya from Yorkshire are ya?"
"Yes,", I said.
"Pleased to meet ya mate.", he said, as we shook hands.
"I'm going into Chamens for some things. Ya can hang out here with Robbie, if ya like Richard."
"Alright.", I said, as she walked off.
"How long ya been out at old Burts' place.", He said, with a smile.
"Just a month now."
"Ya just got here from England, mate?"
"Yeh, I've been here for about 6 weeks now."
"D'ya like it out at old Burts' place?"
"No!", I said. "I think he's a mean old bastard!"
Robbie had a real good laugh at this statement.
"Ya not the first one to say that mate. Old Burt's gone through a few Pommies in his his day."
"What d'ya mean?"
"How much does he pay ya a week, Yorky?"
"Twelve pounds a month, plus tucker.", I said.
"Jesus! That's less than 3 quid a week clear!"
"Where do you work, Robbie?'
"This place, mate. The Stock & Station Agents. Mi old man owns it so I work for him."
"How much a week do you make, Robbie?"
"Fifteen quid a week mate and I pay a couple of quid to mi mum for tucker. We'll have to find you another job, Yorky. No one stays with old Burt too long, I've seen heaps of Pommies come and go through Burts' place, If ya still in town tonight, I'll introduce ya to Surry."
"Who's Surry?"
"He's a Pommy, same as you mate. He's been here a couple of years now. He got sent to Burts' place, just like you. He lasted the longest so far. I think he worked for old Burt for about 9 months, mate."
"Where's he working now?"
"Oh he's on another property about 20 miles out. I think he's sharecropping now. He should make a few quid this year but he'll probably drink it all."
"Does he drink much?"
"He holds the record at the Australian Hotel for drinkin' a yard of beer. Here's old Kay coming back now. I'll see ya later Yorky. I'm gonna' shoot through before she gets here."
Robbie took off back inside his Dads' Agency just as old Kay walked up.
"How did you like Robbie?", she asked.
"He seems like a good bloke but I don't know him very well."
"I've known Robbie since he was a little boy. He was born in Lake Cargelligo. I've got some more shopping to do so you'd might as well look around the town, if you want. The van will be parked here all day and we'll probably stay in town tonight till about 10."
"OK, I'll see ya later.", I said as I waked off down the street.
Going down towards the Lake was a pub. (This pub was known to everyone as 'Twitchys'.) Past Twitchys' place was a couple of small shops, then a hairdressers for women. The next shop was Chamens Garage. After Chamens was a couple of houses, then nothing at all but dry, flat ground. Sometimes the lake used to flood in wet weather right up to the Bitumen at the streets end. Across the other side of the street was a tool shop, a few more houses and another pub called The Australian Hotel. Next to that was a dirt street, then came Ray Orrs Barber Shop. The Barbers shop was of great interest to me because in the window there was fishing rods, knives and guns. I decided to go into Orrs shop and inquire about a rifle. Ray Orr was cutting a customers hair when I entered the small, but compact, shop. It was a typical Bush barbers shop. There was just about everything one could think of hanging of hanging on the walls or stacked in he corner.
"G'day." He said, as I entered the shop. "Something I can get ya?"
"No thanks, just browsing around."
"Where are ya from mate?", he asked as I walked around.
"I'm working at Burt Booths place."
"Ah, ya must be Burts' new Pommy are ya?"
"I guess so."
"Old Burt's due in here today sometime. He gets his hair cut once a month, regular as clockwork."
"How much are the .22s'?"
"Oh they start at 8 pounds.", he said, as he handed me a rifle. "She's a single-shot Anshultz. Just got it in last week."
"Burt won't let me have a rifle on his place, but as soon as I get another job I'll come in and buy one off ya."
"No worries mate. Make ya self at home. I can even give ya a haircut, if ya want one."
"Maybe next time.", I said, as I looked around his shop.
When I was through looking, I said "Thanks a lot."
"No worries mate. Anything I can do for ya, let me know."

Next to the Barbers was a Dry Cleaners which was also owned by Ray Orr. Next to that was Rodds Clothes shop. Then came a Café, another Stock Agents called Dalgerys and then The Commonwealth Bank.
Now I was back at the intersection where we'd turned into the main street. Across the street, on the same side, was a movie House and a Coffee Bar belonging to old Theo. There were a couple of vacant blocks, then another pub called Gilltraps. Next to Gilltraps Hotel was a residential street and way up the Main Street was another Garage. (Oh, the Post Office was next to Twitchys' Pub and, as far as I can remember, that was about it except for Chamens Store on the opposite side of the street. Oh yeh, there was also one more Bank next to Chamens.)
Lake Cargelligo was quite a small place in 1964. Once I'd made mi rounds of the Main Street there was nothing else to do but hang out under a shady tree, down by the Lake.

The most common form of entertainment at Lake Cargelligo was, of course, the 3 Hotels. The double doors were wide open when I passed by and I could see that the place was packed with Cockies and workers. All were drinking and most were reading the race page or listening to the Saturday afternoon races.

Later on that evening I met Surry who was sat on the Hotel steps, drinking with Robbie Townsend.
"G'day. This is mi mate Surry that I was telling ya about."
"Hello.", I said, as I leaned over to shake his hand.
"This is Yorky, Surry. He'ls out slaving at old Burts' place."
"G'day Yorky. Surry's the name and Surry's where I'm from. So ya out at old Burts' property are ya?"
"Yes."
"Does the old Bastard feed ya parrots and kangaroo steaks?"
"How d'ya know""
Robbie and Surry had a good laugh at my expense.
"'Cause the old Bastard fed me the same!" said Surry. "Tll I wised up a bit. Just refuse to eat those fuckin' parrots, mate. You'll break ya teeth on those tough bastards!"
"He said everyone eats roos and parrots in the Bush.", I said.
"Then he's a fuckin' liar. He's a miserable old bastard is Burt and his brother Dick is worse! Dick is so tight he doesn't eat strawberry jam."
"Why? Is it expensive in Australia?"
They both laughed out loud.
"No mate, ya silly pommy bastard! He doesn't eat strawberry jam 'cause he's too tight to pass the seeds!"
"Now that's fucking tight!", said Robbie and they had another good laugh.
"Old Kay's not a bad sort though.", said Surry. "There's a young Sheila around here the doctors said would never walk again, on account of an accident, but old Kay worked on her legs for one year and now she can walk again. She's pretty good at that therapeutic massage. I hurt mi back one day out at Burts' place. I fell off the Combine with a 180 pound wheat bag on mi back and I couldn't hardly move and she fixed it up inside a week."
Surry told me a lot of stories about Burt, most of them bad. By the time I left them I was now more determined to get off his place and work somewhere else.
As I was leaving, he called out to me.
"Good luck mate, you're gonna need it!", then laughed his head off again.

After I left Surry and Robbie on the Hotel steps, I ran into Burt and Kay up the street aways.
"How d'ya like the town?", said Burt.
"It's not real big but I've met a few people already."
"Ya won't have to get to know people here. They'll all get to know you."
"Grand Streuth!, said Burt. "There's a fight! Let's go and see."
Across the street on Chamens corner was a crowd of black people rolling around the ground in rags, as pissed as parrots.
"Who are those blokes, Burt?", I said.
"They're all Abos , mate. It's Saturday night and they're full of Plonk. We'll get to see a real good show now. That is, till old Sargent Montgomery arrives."
"I thought Aborigines carried spears and boomerangs?"
"Not these blokes. These bastards are half white. All they carry is a bottle of Plonk.", he said, as I followed him up to the opposite corner.
"What's Plonk?"
"Plonk's a cheap brown Muscat wine. It costs 4 bob for a half-gallon flagon. They go crazy with a gut full a' Plonk in 'em. Here we go mate, she's on now!"
I felt really compassionate towards the Aboringines as they called each other 'black bastards' and rolled around on the street corner drinking and fighting with each other. Their clothes were old, dirty and tattered. One had a shirt with a sleeve torn off and another had on a pair of odd shoes with no socks. Another had on a pair of trousers with holes in the knees. Another had no shirt at all. Even the women were getting into the fight now and they could curse and swear better than the men. Some of the Abo women were twice as big as their men and they could fight better as well.
The fight lasted for about 10 minutes until Sargent Montgomery arrived in his blue Bullwagon with a young constable.
"Alright you black bastards!", said the Sargent. "In the wagon ya go! Ya can sober up and cool off in the cell for the evening."
The Sarg and his Constable grabbed the drunk Abos by anything they could and literally threw them in the back of the Bullwagon. He left the women and took all the men up the street to the local jail.
"Ah well, that's the excitement over Saturday night.", said Burt.
"What will happen to them now?", I asked.
"They'll sleep on the concrete floor for the night and in the morning the old Sarg will make 'em weed his garden 'cause they'll have no money for the fine. The old Sarg has the best-kept garden in Lake Cargelligo. He knows all those Bungs by their first names by now and by the time Sunday night comes, they'll all be back in jail again."
"Why doesn't someone help them?"
"Can't help the bastards, mate. They're all past helping. Everyone of 'em is an alcoholic. They spend every bit of their money on Plonk and they won't work again till there's no money left. Even then, they won't work until they're hungry."
That, unfortunately, was my first introduction to the Australian Aborigines. Before we went back out to the Bush, one of 'em bit me for 2 bob and I couldn't refuse him, although I knew he would spend it on Plonk.
That night, I lay on mi bed thinking about the Aborigines. It made my heart incredibly sad to see what a tragic state they were in. Most people, in the Bush, saw them as not much better than dogs.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

MY NATURE IS TO HELP ~ HOW?

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The Mechanics of Consciousness ~
marveling at how it works.
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Every vehicle
needs a mechanic.
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That which keeps it going,
that which makes it run
are set in motion by you.
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When you look in the mirror &
you don't want to change anything;
then you're getting somewhere.
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You can only plan
for the known which
barely ever happens.
It's the unknown.
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My nature is to help
by not interfering.
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It takes a highly intelligent man
to learn from others mistakes.
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The mistake is
not seeing the
whole picture.
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The hearing of it
stops the show.
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If you want to know what insanity is, ask a man who believes in re-incarnation. He repeats the same actions, lifetime after lifetime, hoping for a different result.
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You can't fake interest.
You either are
or you're not.