Sunday, April 30, 2017

STORIES FROM THE OUTBACK

Imagine..a 14 year old lad leaves his life of poverty & brutality, In North Yorkshire, to emigrate to Australia with 16 other young boys, on the 10 pound scheme in the late 50s'. These stories go on for 35 years..so far these few have been read by the writer

Saturday, April 29, 2017

THE GOOSE IN THE BOTTLE

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DmQygllvVM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWLqu5DWtbw
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J__kLNLIPpA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7tlg_HiZsc


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.

Friday, April 28, 2017

THE GANJA DEAL ©

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"Hey Yorky mate, are we playing anywhere on Thursday night?"
"Yea Bob, I've got a Jazz gig at a bar on the North Shore, nine till twelve."
"Well good on ya, mate. That's on my side of Sydney. What time are you gonna pick me up?
"Probably about 8:15. The gigs not far from your place so there's not much use in getting there too early."
"Have you got any gigs for over Xmas yet?"
"No mate, I was thinking of having a few nights off."
"That would suit me fine. Mi mate, who plays in a three-piece, needs a piano player. The regular bloke is off to Tassie for the week with his old lady. She's been whinging about going down there for months."
"No worries Bob, I'm off up to Coffs Harbour for three or four days."
"Jesus mate, they grow some off the best Ganja this side off the black stump. How about bringing some of it back down to Sydney with ya?"
"I'm not a real connoisseur of Ganja Bob. I've only smoked it a few times, and I've never bought it before."
'It's real easy Yorky mate, you just hand over the bucks and they hand over the stuff, ya can't go wrong pal."
"How much does it sell for in Sydney?"
"Twice as much as you can get it up there for. You could make yourself a couple of easy bucks. It would pay for ya holiday."
"I don't know anyone down here who would buy it."
"Jesus mate, my mate Bernie will buy as much off it as you can get. He's stoned 24\7. He even smokes it in his sleep; besides it's in short supply down here, no one has any.Ya' can't go wrong sport."
"Well, you contact him and see what you can do. If it's as you say, I'll think about it."
"I'll give him a ring after the next break. How's that sound?"
"Sounds good to me Bob."

After the next set, Bob came back from the bar and handed me a beer and said
"Here ya go, Yorky mate, get this into ya, I called mi mate and he said whatever the Ganja costs you he'll double ya money as long as it's good stuff."
"OK mate I'll see what I can do."

A week later I found myself heading out of Sydney in a Northeasterly direction towards Coffs Harbor. Once I got out of the northern suburbs, it was a very pleasant drive as the road, more or less, followed the coastline all the way up to Coffs. My old orange 78 Holden Station Wagon was purring along, and the sun was reflecting off of the ocean. If you've ever wanted a great, memorable experience, drive all the way up to Queensland on this road; ya can't go wrong.
After about seven or eight hours of driving I hit the outskirts of Coffs. Coffs Harbor used to be a small coastal town. That was before the developers got their greedy, bloody claws into it. Now, from what I could see, they had ruined the place. I saw malls where small shops used to be, and big new houses where once stood good old Aussie Bush, (the Bastards).
Oh, there's a familiar site; an old, large, colorful Windmill that some Old Dutch bloke had shipped out from Holland in pieces. The local people said he was homesick and that’s why he had it moved, thousands of miles, on a boat, to Coffs. Thinking about it, it might have been easier to go back to Holland for a bloody holiday. Once it was reconstructed, he turned the bottom section of it into a high-class restaurant, which I must admit looked quite unique. I drove straight out of town, past, the Plantation Hotel and onwards to my mate Ken's place. On the right hand side of me was the beautiful Pacific Ocean and on the left was acres and acres of Banana Plantations. In Coffs, bananas grew all over the hillside. This scene was much more enjoyable to me than the over developed township. After fifteen minutes more driving I was knocking on Kens' front door.
"Yorky Mate!" he said, as he opened the front door. "Good to see ya mate. Ya made it all right. How was the drive up?"
"Not bad mate." I said, as we shook hands. "I'm bloody glad to be out of Sydney for a while. Your old lady doesn't mind me hanging out with you for a few days does she?"
"No mate, she'll be glad to talk to another Pommy Bastard. She gets sick of talking to me every day; that’s when I'm not out wind surfing, which is most of the time."
"Jesus Ken, you've got a great place here, right on the beach. You couldn’t get any closer if you tried mate."
"Only place for a life-long surfer to live Yorky. Mi daughter loves it too. She's like me. We can't keep her out of the water. Anyway, come in Yorky mate. It's too bloody warm standing on the doorstep."

A few hours later after our socializing was done, Ken and I took off for a couple of cold middies at his local Hotel. Once we got situated in some comfortable chairs I introduced the subject of Ganja.
"Hey Ken, do you know anyone around hear who and sells Ganja?"
"Jesus mate there are more marijuana growers around hear than there are Banana Plantations. I don't know any of my surfing mates who don't smoke."
"Do you still smoke mate?"
"Nah Yorky mate, my old lady really cops the shits when I smoke these days. She thinks it’s a bad influence on mi daughter. Can you fucking believe that? It's her bastard pommy upbringing that does it."
"Don't you have a puff before you go Wind Surfing?"
"Some times. The problem is; if I smoke too much, I stay out in the surf all fucking day. That really sends her over the top."
"She gets cranky eh?"
"You could say that. Put it this way; no pussy for a month lets me know she's not real fucking happy."
"Jesus Ken are you shitting me?"
"No mate, I'm Fair Dinkum."
"Let me ask you another dumb question. What's the use of being married if you're not getting any?"
"Good fucking question, Yorky mate. I've asked miself that more times than once and every time I come up with the same answer. Mi daughter mate. It would really put the kibosh on her life if I pulled the pin on her mother. Not to mention the fact that sometimes she's just bloody like her. Drink up Yorky mate it's my shout. Anyway, what are you so interested in ganja for? I thought you didn't smoke."
"I don't, well not very much anyway. Let me explain the deal to you."
Kenny listened while I went through the saga of the ganja and at the end he said,
"Sounds like a good plan to me Yorky, I'm sure I can line you up with a score before you go back to the Big Smoke, I'll call this bloke I know when we get home. Him and his mate are big time dealers around here. They're sure to have as much as you need. "

Later that evening, at Kens place, the doorbell rang. Kens old lady answered it.
"Its for you Kenneth." she said, as she walked back in the room. I don't want that Yobbo in my house. Take him down stairs to the den. I heard on the grapevine that he's a big-time drug dealer!"
"Jesus love, he sells a bit of Ganja now and again. That’s not drug dealing, that’s a hobby."
"I don't care what you call it Ken. You know my views on drugs!"
"Ok sweetheart, I'll take him in the basement. We can have a game of pool. Lets go Yorky mate. This is mi mate Bruce, Yorky. Ya' got any weed for sale?"
"Does a Roo shit in the bush mate? In all the time you've known me have you ever not seen me without weed for sale?"

Bruce was a sleazy looking Bastard if I ever saw one. His shifty eyes were all over the place except where they should be, in his head.
"Yorky's looking to buy a bit of Ganja to take back down to Sydney with him."
"We'll mate, you're talking to the right bloke." He said, as his shifty eyes quickly scanned my way, averting my eyes in the process.
"How much are you looking for, a couple of Pounds?"
"No mate." I said. "More like a quarter."
"Ounces or Pounds?"
"Pounds mate."
"Jesus Christ mate, I could smoke that in a fucking night on mi own."
"Yeah well, maybe you could Bruce, but I'm not a big time smoker."
"How much is it anyway?"
"For you mate, $200 an ounce and that’s cheap. You won't find it anywhere else cheaper than that. Me and my mate have the best prices on the east coast, and the best Ganja, I might add!"
"You got any with ya now?"
"Don't be silly mate. Ya think I drive around with it in mi old Ute. The cops have been watching me for months now. They're only waiting for one little excuse to pick me up. I've been busted before. One more time and I'll be vacationing in Grafton for a few months."
"Well you won't have far to go Bruce." said Ken, laughing. "Grafton's only an hours drive from here. Your mate could visit you on the week ends with a joint."
"Very fucking funny Kenny! You should be in the clubs mate. You're a laugh a fuckin' minute."
"I'm only joking with ya Bruce, for fucks sake. So when ya gonna bring us a bud around to try out?"
"Don’t you fucking trust me mate?"
"Sure I do Bruce but Yorky doesn't."
"Ya don't trust me mate?"
"Well, it's not that I don’t trust ya Bruce, but I would like a sample before I buy."
"Jesus Christ, what am I dealing with here, a bunch of fuckin' novices? Alright then, when ya going back down to Sydney?"
"Friday morning."
"I'll be back tomorrow with a small sample. I'm not a fucking charity ya know. People around here trust me. I've got my good name to consider!"
"Don't get the shits Bruce." said Kenny. "Yorky's right. He doesn't know you from a bar of soap. You could be a real gouging Bastard for all he knows."
"I've never gouged any bastard in mi life; 'Honest Bruce' is who I'm known as!"
"We're not accusing you of anything mate. Just like to be on the safe side, ya know." "Ok, I'll see see ya tomorrow evening, about the same time."

The next evening Bruce dropped off a reasonable-sized bud, which Ken and I tried, with no hesitation. Ken was much more of a toker than I was and he reckoned that the Ganja was well worth $200 an ounce.

Driving back down to Sydney with mi 4oz of Ganja tucked under the front seat; I was smiling to myself, thinking about all the money I was going to make when I got home.
'I can sell it for $400 an ounce. That would be double mi money and still a fair price for Bobs mate to pay. This little caper is too easy; if every thing goes well, I may decide to do this more often!'

The first thing I did when I arrived back was to call Bob. He said he'd send his mate around to pick up the stuff.
"Tell him to bring the cash with him. I don't do credit." That was the last thing I said to him as I put the phone down. An hour later Bobs mate, Bernie, was ringing my doorbell. "How are ya mate?" he said as I let him in.
"I'm Bernie, Bobs mate."
"Yea I know mate, Bob said you were on your way over."
"Ya got the weed?"
"Yea, sit down at the table Bernie I'll go get it. Here ya go mate." I said, as I handed him the bag,
"Ya got the money?"
"Yea. Ya don't mind if I check it out first do ya?"
"No mate, go ahead."
With that, he tipped the bag of Ganja out on the table and immediately pulled a weird face.
"What the fuck is this shit!" he said as he moved the Ganja around on the table.
"What d'ya mean? What's wrong with it?" I asked.
"This stuff is fuckin' shit man! Is this some sort of a fucking joke? I just drove all the way over the harbor bridge to see this crap!"
"I don't know what your talking about mate." I said, as his face changed radically before my eyes.
"Are you fuckin' kidding me sport, you had me drive all the way out here to look at a bunch of fucking shake?"
"What are you talking about mate? What the fuck is shake anyway?"
"You're fuckin' serious aren't you? You have no idea what I'm talking about do you?"
"Look mate." I said. as I looked him square in the eyes. "Bob asked me to bring some Ganja back from Coffs. He said Sydney was all dried up so while I was up there I met this bloke who I bought this from, that's all I know."
"Did you try it out before you bought it?
"Sure I did. Ya think I'm fucking stupid! He brought a bud around for me and mi mate to try, then dropped this stuff of just before I left to come back down here."
"Did you get ripped on it?" Course I did! Mind you I haven't smoked much, I've only tried it a couple of times. What the hell is shake anyway?"
"Jesus Christ mate, you really did come down in the last shower! Ya not shit'n me are ya.?"
"No mate, I'm not a bullshit artist. I did it as a favour for Bob and I thought I might make a few bucks in the process."
"Well mate, all I can tell you from 30 years of dealing is, you've been well and truly shafted!"
"So what your saying is the weed is no good."
"No good mate? That’s this years' understatement. This shit wouldn't make a good cup of tea!"
"Oh for fucks sake." I said. What do you suggest I do with it?"
"You can shove it up ya fuckin arse for all I care!" He said as he got up from the chair. "That was a waste of my valuable time."
"Look mate, don’t get cranky about it." I said. From what you're saying I've been ripped off. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stand here and let you fucking well make matters worse by insulting me!"
Now I really had the shits, the pulse in my navel was starting to beat strongly and I was entertaining the idea of smacking this rude bastard in the mouth.
"Ok, Ok mate." said Bernie. "Settle down. I didn't mean any harm. You got ripped off, and you've got a right to get cranky."
"Do you have any decent suggestions for me?" I asked.
"Yea, I do mate. Never buy drugs from some one you don't know, especially when you have no idea what you're looking at. How much did you pay for this crap?"
"Eight hundred bucks!"
"Jesus Christ! Well mate, chalk it up to experience and consider your self lucky. They could have gotten you for a lot more!"

After Bernie left, I sat at the table looking at four ounces of shake. Eight hundred dollars it cost me to learn a new word, SHAKE, a bunch of stalks and leaves. Now! Let me tell you, I have been conned a few times in my life and not once has it ever felt good and this time was no exception. After ten minutes of silent contemplation with a genuine bowl of St Bruno Flake I decided that action was required. I would simply call Ken, get Bruces' number and call him up and politely explain the situation to him, and a genuine misunderstanding will be put right."
"Bruce, how are ya mate, its Yorky."
"What do ya want mate?"
"It's about the Ganja."
"What about it?"
"I tried to sell it to a mate of mine and he said it was no good."
"What do ya mean no good?"
" Mi mate said it was a bunch of shake."
"So why are you calling me?"
"I would appreciate a refund as I can't sell it."
"Look mate you tried it before you bought it you had no complaints then."
"Yea, but this stuff you put in the bag is not the same as I tried."
"Listen mate, I gave you a great deal, I put more than 4oz in the bag. You should think your self lucky mate."
"All the same Bruce I would like a refund please."
"What do you think I am mate, a fucking shop?" You get no fucking refunds from me. You bought it and your stuck with it! Don't fucking call here again ya bastard!"
With that he put the phone down as I heard a loud click in mi ear. The only course of action now was another bowl of Bruno. My second bowl of Bruno now in ashes, I decided it was time to give Bruce one more opportunity to manifest some integrity. After dialing his number I waited quite calmly as I listened to the dial tone.
"G'day." said Bruces' voice on the other end of the line.
"Bruce, this is Yorky mate."
"What do you fucking want? I thought I told you not to fuckin' call here again."
"Yea, ya did Bruce, but I forgot to tell you something."
"What's that?"
"Listen to me you fucking scumbag, cock sucking, mongrel-bred, mother-fucking drug addict, if my $800 is not returned within the next twenty-four hours you know what I'm gonna do 'fuck face'? I'm going to take this bag of useless shit you gouged me on and I'm going to wrap it up like a Xmas present and I'm going to post it off to the Coffs Harbor Police Station to 'Care of the Desk Seargeant' with your full-fucking-name and address on it, arsehole. Do you fucking well understand me, anus breath? You ripped off the wrong one this time, you mongrel bred cunt!"
With that I slammed down the phone and caught mi finger under the cradle. 'Fuck me dead!' I said out loud. 'What else can go wrong today!'
Within ten minutes my phone started ringing. I picked it up and a voice on the other end said, "Yorky, it's Bruce."
"What do you want? ya Bastard?"
"You're not going to do something you might regret are you.?"
"No mate, I'm gonna do something that you will regret. You'll regret the fucking day you ripped old Yorky off mate. I've dealt with much bigger mongrel-bred Bastards than you Bruce. Don't fucking call here again mate.!"
"Now hold on Yorky, hold on a minute. Let me talk to my partner about it and I'll call you back within the hour."
"I'll be here mate. I'm not going anywhere. I'm broke!"
An hour later the phone rang and Bruce very politely explained to me how a mistake had been made with the Baggies. He asked for my address and informed me that an over night bank cheque would be sent to me as soon as he got off the phone. He then asked me quite politely if that would be a satisfactory arrangement and would that put the matter to rest.
"No worries Bruce." was my reply.
The next day a Special Delivery letter arrived with a bank cheque made out in my name to the tune of $800! There was only one more thing bothering me now; I had mi $800 back and 4 oz of fine Coffs Harbor shake. I didn't want to rip off Bruce so I packed his 4 oz of shake in a small cardboard box and sent it back to him FIRST CLASS MAIL. I didn't want it to get lost, seeing as the scales were now well balanced.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

EXISTENCE IS A DISEASE

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DmQygllvVM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWLqu5DWtbw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtiWFkyvh4o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J__kLNLIPpA


When the many
become one
there will be
enough for
everyone.
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If you persist in living
at least live in love,
otherwise, leave the building.
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The root of
the problem
is existence.
It's a disease.
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Addiction to
shape & form.
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I never
tell anyone
I love them.
If they don't
know by now,
they don't
deserve it.
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The only way to
get the masses
to feel for others is
when the suffering of others
comes to their door.
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You want a relationship with me?
Then you come up to my world.
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I am
not
a saint.
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When you really lose it,
you know you've cracked it.
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I speak facts therefore I don't use the term, 'I think'. The man who says, 'I think' before he tells you something know it will be nothing but fantasies, therefore, RUN.
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Thinking
is not conducive
to understanding.
Contemplation
is what you need.
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The time for preparation
has long since gone.
Preparation for death
is next on the agenda.
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Good times are coming.
People are going to
learn how to think & feel
for themselves.
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The man said, "I'm lonely."
I said, "If you can't live with yourself
how can you live with someone else?"
Had he have said, "I'm alone."
I would have said, "Me too."
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You can't have
a world without
opposites.
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You can become One
any tine you like;
but you won't live
in the same wold
as you do now.
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Whatever one is
attached to
can only
be painful.
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I spent a lifetime trying to
change the unchangeable.
I am now convinced
I AM THAT.
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If you can't give it
you can't have it.
If you don't have it
to give, you're knackered.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

MI FIRST MOTOR BIKE..THE HARLEY COMES A FEW YEARS LATER

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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

WHAT IS IT THAT TAKES GREAT COURAGE?




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.

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

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A mirror doesn't care who looks into it.

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Radical change
demands
radical action.

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Enlightenment is a unique form of insanity.

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

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It takes great courage to live without belief systems.

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The root cause of all fear is
ignorance.

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Suffering will never end
until the cause is removed.

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

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Illusion is based on a false point of reference.

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In between fight or flight
lies peace.

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Appearances are deceptive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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True power comes from belief in myself.

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One can only be free from what one understands.

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

Monday, April 24, 2017

CORRECT ACTIONS BRING CORRECT RESULTS

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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.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

HOW TO ATTAIN WITNESS CONSCIOUSNESS

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Once you buy the propaganda,
whatever it may be,
you are compelled
to manifest it.
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The Guru manifests
when all else fails.
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To attain
Witness Consciousness
one has to know the
Mechanics of Consciousness.
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Whatever
it takes to
get rid of
'business as usual'.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

THE GRACE OF REALITY

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An ignorant man chooses.
A wise man obeys the command
of the heart, of love.
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No one thanks me
for taking their
false ideas away.
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I survived
the Big Bang
intact.
Did you?
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To truly live
you must escape
the jaws of death.
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Whatever
has a beginning
or an end
is not real.
It is there
by the
Grace
of
Reality.
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When God showers
His Grace upon you,
the Guru appears
in your life.
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If you believe
yourself
to be a person
then you are in
a state of denial.

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.

HOW GODS' BILLBOARD CAME TO BE












  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.https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRWgyGxxv71MGvKVwIeD4hA)






Thursday, April 20, 2017

WHAT DOES KNOWING NOTHING CREATE?

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Religion & spirituality
are a phenomena.
They must be making
a living at it;
they're still going.
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I learned more about spirituality
digging a septic-tank hole, 9' X 16',
at 15 years of age
in the Outback of Australia.
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Knowing nothing
creates wonderment.
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I live a
wonderful life.
My world is
full of
mySelf.
Good fortune to me
that I love
mySelf.
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I understand
you might want
to help people.
Better to help
yourself.
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How does
it know.
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Once two know,
it's not
a secret anymore.
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Know your
own secret.
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If you allow it,
don't complain
about it.
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When man
goes to sleep,
there is no world.
The world is dependent
upon man
to stay awake.
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You can't live
in a day dream
& a night dream
at the same time.
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Why not go
beyond the doer
and accomplish
the lot?
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No matter how big
or how small
the addiction is,
it's still
an addiction.
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Do less,
accomplish
more.
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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!
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The reason people
can't turn the TV off
is because it
will turn
their life off.
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Those who can live
without television
are doing.
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Next time you look
in the mirror,
know that the image
you are seeing
is created
by your
likes & dislikes.
*
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I am not here
to teach
anybody,
anything.
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After a lifetime of Sadhana
I have come to the point;
I DON'T KNOW.
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Ignorance & fantasy
masquerading as the Truth.
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I don't need
the world to
fill a lack.
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Whatever you tack
onto the end of I AM,
you become a prisoner of it.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

FREEDOM FROM WHAT & BACK TO WHERE?

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Free from the programming,
back to their Natural State.
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In order to get it
you have to give it.
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The only way to stop a
tyrannical government
is through morals.
A society that is
morally bankrupt
is already beaten.
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Patience;
where
do you
go from
there?
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Attitude
is
everything!

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To understand
the value of my support,
you have to accept it.
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Famine teaches
the arrogant
all they need
to know
about support.
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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.
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When wanting
becomes more
than caring ,
you're in trouble.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

HOW CAN YOU BE THE GURU?

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Someone who knew me for many years said,
"How can you be the Guru, you don't fit the mold?"
My reply was,
"Exactly!"
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Nobody is missing anything.
It is the same, equal thing
in everyone.
The only difference
is the depth that
it's buried in.
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What else is there in life but
to recognize oneself in others?
How hard can it be?
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To get free
of the illusion
of time,
you have to
have some.
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Time I AM the Destroyer of All Things.
If you want to live forever,
don't become a thing.
I AM THAT.
Not forgetting, of course,
that there is no such thing
as forever without Time.
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Don't think you're going to escape from the prison of time by going to heaven. In heaven, they measure time by eternities.
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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.
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Ever wonder why babies have so much light?
They haven't used it all up yet.
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Desires
move
everything.

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What is time?
Time is an agreed to
span of nothingness.
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People don't
live on the Earth
they live on concrete.
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I live a life of abundance
without waste.
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If you cant
separate it
then you'll
have to
transcend it.
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The obvious question;
WHAT IS IT?
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I have lived many,
many lifetimes
in this one life and
I haven't finished yet.
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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.
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He couldn't change things,
but that didn't mean that
he had to participate.
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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.

Monday, April 17, 2017

PEACE IS BEYOND POLITICS

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Peace
is beyond
politics.
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If I thought I couldn't
influence peoples' minds
to drop violence,
I wouldn't be doing this work.
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People will be
so tired of
killing, blood & war
they'll be lining up
at my door.
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They have no space because
they have no space between the breath.
It's so small they never notice it.
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Life is always
rushing into
'square one'.
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Anxiety comes
out of lack
of something.
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A man who has the
power of the people
behind him can
conquer the world.
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Conquer
the world
with love.
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Anyone can put a message on a bumper sticker.
If you really want people to believe you;
tattoo it on your forehead.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

CAN YOU CHANGE THE UNCHANGEABLE?

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My credibility
& my commitment
is on
my forehead.
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I AM
one man
standing
alone
saying NO!
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Don't be disappointed
when you find you can't
change the unchangeable.
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A tortoise
carries his home with him.
Even a pigeon
knows where home is.
So what's your excuse?
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Nothing is disrespectful
if that love is there
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A disciplined man
has no need
for rules
& regulations.
What does that
say about society?
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3-Dimensional images of the
Mechanics of the Mind.
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I've only got
what I AM
in myself.
What am I?
I AM That.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

WITNESS CONSCIOUSNESS

























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To see the Matrix, as it is,
you will have to step out of it,
beyond existence & non-existence.
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Once you realize
that the problem
is not going to
magically disappear
& the penny drops,
that's the
first step to
'taking care of it.'
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There is only one thing worth attaining in this Universe &
that is the state of love (not commercial love).
As we go through this phase transition into a golden age
there will be a surge in demonic activities.
The only option left is to manifest more love
than the demons can manifest evil.
Now, there is a challenge.
Do I have any takers?
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You have probably interacted with many demons
in your life and not even known it.
Meet a man, established in the state of love,
once, and you will not forget it.
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The only way
to end war
is to manifest
unshakeable Peace.
Look to yourself first.
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I told you 25 years ago about famine but no one wanted to know. Let's test the waters again. There is famine coming to this country. It will be the biggest famine ever to manifest on this Planet.
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I AM the Catalyst.
I cause direct transmutation
without myself becoming contaminated.
& I wonder why people are not fond of me.
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I grew up on a farm on the Yorkshire - the Penine Moors. No electricity or running water, only an outside pump & Tilly lamps. On my bedroom wall, which was stone, hung an embroidery sampler. I could read at 3 years old. This is what is said, "Suffer little children to come unto Me for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven. I read that morning & night for 10 years. It took the rest of life to understand it.
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It only takes one thing
when you're desperate.
Anyone of these words will do it.
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I am looking for
an army of Lovers
to march on the
gates of hell.
Will you join me?
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There is
no profit
in
Peace
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Witness consciousness
is the manifestation
of detachment.
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A man acquires
his whole life &
becomes a prisoner
of his possessions.
A wise man
divests himself
of all that
is not necessary.
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How many ideas & concepts
have you acquired
without checking the facts?
The facts are there to protect you
as a mother protects her child.
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If you can't
pay your electric bill
the lights go out;
likewise with this Planet.
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There are no limitations
for a man who does not care.
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If I accept
your praise today,
I will have to accept
your blame tomorrow.
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Love never hurts.
It is the concept of
it that causes pain.
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I don't see old age
I see resistance
to death.
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How can there be 'majority rule'
when the majority are wiped out?

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

WHAT ARE YOU CAPABLE OF?

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You would be
surprised at
what you are
capable of
were the
correct
conditions
to be created.
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In the military they give you the basic training on how to survive on the battlefield. On the battlefield, you refine it. Likewise in life.
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Supreme
Reality
is
the
underlying
foundation.
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Death
is not of the being,
it is the
death of time.
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Ignorance,
repeated over & over again,
disguises itself as truth.
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Courage doesn’t float
on the ocean
like seaweed.
One has to go to
the bottom
to discover it.
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A fully developed mind
is a silent one.
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A fully developed heart
is sweet.
It only knows
how to give.
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Societies survival
depends on
one supreme law.
When there are two laws,
that is a sure sign
of societies demise.
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People who hope
have no power.
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Commitment
shapes life.
Deep commitment
manifests a potent life.
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Pleasure
never woke
anyone up.
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One who is in debt
has no quality of life.
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If you can
imagine it,
that’s not it.
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All expectation
ever led to was
disappointment.
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Anyone can say it,
not everyone can feel it.
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In order to truly live,
you have to stand
behind your actions.
I stand behind the truth.
That is all you will
ever get from me.
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People who
don’t waste Time
are Masters of Time.
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Guilt comes
out of the past.
It never comes
out of the future.
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Stubbornness is a weakness.
One uses it to hide behind
so that they don’t have to
deal with anger.
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Protecting yourself from love
is an act of violence.
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Living life
in the world
is preparation
for leaving.
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If you believe in reincarnation
don’t you have to leave to come back?
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All coming & going
is total fantasy.
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Man is not in tune
with the Elements.
No good will
come of it.
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The only good thing
about a VIP is the person.
Question it and it will dissolve &
that is very important.
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The pain of integrity
is not as painful as
the pain of being sold out.
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If you don't know
what you're looking at
What can you say?
You could always resort
to "God help me."
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Monday, April 10, 2017

CHAPTER 4::MY FIRST JOB IN THE OUTBACK (VIDEO READING)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zkw6OwlTjHE

HOW GODS BILLBOARD CAME TO BE












  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.https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRWgyGxxv71MGvKVwIeD4hA)