Thursday, March 30, 2017

OM SHANTI::THE MANTRA FOR PEACE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWLqu5DWtbw

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

WHAT I LEARNED MORE ABOUT SPIRITUALITY

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMB8Lslegmc
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
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7tlg_HiZsc


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.


Saturday, March 25, 2017

LYRICS::THE WORLD IS AN ILLUSION





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs19_cSXbhk&feature=channel_video_title
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWLqu5DWtbw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtiWFkyvh4o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J__kLNLIPpA



Where you present at your birth?
Do you remember dying?
Do you really understand?
Or do you spend your lifetime trying?
People tell you who you are
And what you should be doing.
But you never stop and look yourself,
You just spend your lifetime fooling.
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Give it up,
Give it up,
The World is an illusion.
Give it up,
Give it up,
The World is an illusion.
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If you stop just for a moment
And you care to look inside
You'll find out what I'm saying
Is so easy to realize.
Then you won't have to be and do
Just what they want you to.
You can be yourself at any cost
And do well what you do.
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Give it up,
Give it up,
The World is an illusion.
Give it up,
Give it up,
The World is an illusion.
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You pretend that you don't know
Just what you want to do.
'Cause it saves you from the pain
If you cannot follow through.
And freedom is a heavy word
You've learned to go around.
It keeps you stuck in your small world
And pulls you further down.
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Give it up,
Give it up,
The World is an illusion.
Give it up,
Give it up,
The World is an illusion.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

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)






COULD YOU IMAGINE?


























Could you possibly imagine what it would be like for a 15 year old lad from Yorkshire to emigrate to Australia on the 10 pound Big Brother Movement scheme with other young boys from abused or impoverished families, without family, brothers & sisters to give them comfort & support?

Listen to these stories, from the 60s'. They are chapters from a Biographical Epic.

The intention is to have the writer read a story a week. Funny, tragic, heartwarming & full of life-lessons that helped him grow into a man. Strength of character.

Be warned foul language just as spoken in the Outback with Characters that Dickens himself would have loved meeting.

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

'She'll be right, mate!'
'Do the right thing.'

Monday, March 20, 2017

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DO YOUR BEST?



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7tlg_HiZsc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWLqu5DWtbw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtiWFkyvh4o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J__kLNLIPpA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7tlg_HiZsc

The man
with a silent mind
is a success.
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Why accept someone elses
watered-down view of life?
I can say that because
I haven't done that.
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The desire to live
is the messenger of death.
Longing to be happy
is the outline of sorrow.
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Every crime
has a witness.
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Re-action can only get you into trouble.
Action is what can protect you.
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That's it!
I want the lot
or I'm not
playing!
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Intense longing
comes with
separation.
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Only the ones who are
not afraid of death
can go to bed
with a smile
on their face.
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The joy
of giving
is addictive.
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When you do your best
you don't have to do it again.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

HOW TO LEARN TOLERANCE

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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
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7tlg_HiZsc

The past and future
will eventually
take you back to the now,
which is where it all started.
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Show me, in myself,
where NOW is.
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You cannot go into the past
with the help of the future.
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I have no past or future.
Guaranteed, there is no
drama in my life.
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The best place
to explore
is inside.
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It's no good living in the future,
thinking about the now.
It's better to understand that
projecting into the future,
can only be done now.
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The world cannot be there without you &
you cannot be there without the world.
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In deep sleep
there is no such thing
as the world.
To prove me wrong,
you'll have to wake up.
I dare you!
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The shock of enlightenment
is that nothing changes!
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The only way
to learn tolerance
is to tolerate.
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No one compels you
to tolerate fools.
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In order to see tomorrow,
in order to live for one more day,
What are you prepared to give up-
today?
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You can’t create
what you already are
but you can destroy
who you think you are.
Do it now and be free.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU BUY THE PROPAGANDA?

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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
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7tlg_HiZs


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'.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

FREE FROM WHAT?

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7tlg_HiZsc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs19_cSXbhk&feature=channel_video_title
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWLqu5DWtbw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtiWFkyvh4o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J__kLNLIPpA

Stupid societies elect stupid politicians that collectively manifest a stupid government and then, to boot, you stupidly bow down to your stupid creation and blindly follow stupid laws. I cannot see anything but a stupid ending befitting a stupid society. How is it possible for stupidity to manifest anything but?
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Intelligence
recognizes
stupidity,
not
the other
way around.
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How do you know if you're not aware of something until you are aware of it? You must be aware of it to say, "I wasn't aware of it."
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There is no such thing
as I AM aware of it.
The I AM goes & There is.
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Empires fall
because
the pillars
of society
are corrupt.
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What does it matter who says it; a lie is a lie. The only thing that can possible save you is the Truth. For most people who hear the saying,'And the truth will set you free.' never ask, "Free from what?"
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Recognition
makes you
well.
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Sunday, March 12, 2017

IN ORDER TO DREAM ONE HAS TO BE _________________?


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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs19_cSXbhk&feature=channel_video_title
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWLqu5DWtbw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtiWFkyvh4o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J__kLNLIPpA


In order to dream
one has to be asleep.
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One is dreaming a dream called 'The World'. The world of dreams is endless unless the unimaginable wakes you up. The imaginable cannot wake you up because it's a dream. I shatter dreams & fantasies & I'm not very well liked for it.
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It's not
what I do,
It's what
I AM.
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Simplicity
reigns
Supreme
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Things get better
after you die;
don't worry.
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People only talk about
what they can imagine.
The unimaginable
is beyond talking.
If you are looking
for the Truth,
that is where
you will
have to go.
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What are you
going to do
when you run
out of projections?
You'll have to
see things
as they really are.
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There's nothing
behind you
but the void.
Without turning
or imagining;
prove me wrong.
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One has to have
a good balanced mind.
It's essential
for survival.
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How can man be free
if he can't wander
his Planet at will?
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First, you have
to know
what you want
to be free from.
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If you want
to be free of debt,
stop spending.
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Those who surrender
their 'wants'
are guaranteed
their 'needs'.
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There is no such thing as satisfaction in a temporary world. Satisfaction comes about by destroying temporary worlds. When you come across a temporary-appearing world that you cannot destroy; you will have found the real thing.
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Everyone dreams,
Therefore the 'shattering'
will affect everyone.
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At 5 years of age, I found out the hard way, through direct experience, the game is rigged. The pain I experienced, from a very short time of believing, is nothing in comparison to what you will feel after a life-time of believing.
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How can you laugh
at what you haven't
dealt with?
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There can be no justice
without equality consciousness.
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Make all your actions
holy ones & you'll
be living in heaven.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

ANOTHER CHAPTER IN THE ONGOING SAGA OF YORKY THE POMMY SHEARER

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On Friday night, after the shed had finished, Don Freeman said to me, "We're starting a camping-out shed on Monday Chummy, so we'll be leaving the lake on Sunday, lunchtime. Make sure you've got enough gear for the week, including booze and fags 'cause we'll be way out in the bush, miles from nowhere."
"Where we goin' Don?"
"Down towards Hay, on the One Tree Plain. I contract that shed every year. We'll be there for roughly three weeks mate."
"OK mate, I'll be ready."
That evening, being Friday night and the end of a shed, Gundy was firing on all 8 cylinders already.
"Hey Chummy!", he yelled. "Come over and meet Cyclone. This is our pommy roustabout.", said Gundy to Cyclone. "This is Cyclone, chummy. He's a gun shearer!"
Cyclone was as bad, if not worse an alcoholic than Gundy. Once he had a few bucks in his pocket he would not shear another sheep until it was all gone. Cyclone, like Gundy, was a hell of a good-natured man but the booze had him. He was his worst enemy. Very seldom in the Bush will one man tell another man what he should do. Everyone figures that as soon as a boy starts to work, he's old enough to be his own master. 'cause for one thing, he's working and living in a mans' world.
When Sunday lunchtime arrived, Don Freeman picked up Boney and me, Gundy and Cyclone. We drove a long way down to the One Tree Plain. Boney and I had to sit in the back of the Ute 'cause there was no room in the front.
The back of the Ute was filled with stores for the cook. A section of the back was reserved for me and Boney, along with the cartons of beer and numerous flagons of Brown Muscatel wine.
Freemans' dogs had to balance on top of all the boxes. They almost fell out a couple of times as we sped along the Bush roads at 80 miles an hour. After a few hours of driving, we arrived at the shearing shed. There it was, a big, corrugated iron shed sat on wooden pylons out in the middle of nowhere!
The landscape was almost barren as far as the eye could see in all directions. The ground was hot and dry and every so often there was a clump of rough, dry bush grass. It was called the One Tree Plain because nowhere in sight could anyone point out a tree of any size or shape. It was so hot that numerous whirly winds chased each other round and round in circles as they sped across the barren land. There was nothing edible that Merino sheep could live on and how they survived had got me beat!
The yards were already full of big, rough-necked wethers and a few hundred were packed in under the shed in case of a freak rainstorm. Miles and miles off in the distance was a cloud of red dust. This was probably the Jackeroos mustering another large mob of sheep. It would take a full day to bring them in to the shed to wait for their turn for shearing.
The shearers' living quarters were about a hundred yards away form the shed so Freeman drove the Ute in that direction. There was no shade to park it in so it just stayed where it was stopped until it had been unloaded.
Most shearers quarters at camp-out sheds are pretty clean and have good mattresses and beds. The beds, are in most cases, two to a room. Boney and me selected a clean room at the end, before any of the other blokes arrived.
The Shearers Union, which is called the A.W.U. was very supportive towards the shearers. That's the reason the quarters were in such good shape. If it was left up to the Cocky, he wouldn't care if the shearer had to sleep on the floorboards because, by his reckoning, the quarters were only used once or twice a year at shearing and crutching time, so why bother to make them livable.
Each room had a small set of cupboards between the beds for our clothes. The one window had a fly screen to keep out he bush flies and mosquitoes. There were no fans to keep it cool and at nighttime it could be around 90 degrees in those tin rooms. There was no electricity so the two refrigerators in the kitchen ran on kerosene. Half of one fridge would be used o keep the beer cold and the rest of the grog would be wrapped in wet hessian bags and stuck under the floor outside. Whatever bit of breeze there was would keep the beer slightly cool but nowhere near cold.
Boney and I helped Don to cart the stores from the back of the Ute to the kitchen, After we'd finished, Boney said, "Come on Chummy, let's go over to the shearing shed and check it out mate!"
It was about 5 O'clock now and the heat was still stifling. Mirages of water appeared everywhere as we walked across the windy plain. The hot breeze made doing anything hard work so we took our time, laughing and joking as we walked.
We got to the big shed and walked up the steep wooden stairs, hanging onto the steel railing. I was in front, so I pushed open the small corrugated door and we went inside.
"Gaw'd fucking hell!" said Boney as we stood in the shed and looked around. "Just look at all that parrot shit on the floor! It'll take us two or three hours to clean up this mess!"
"Yeah. Just look up there Boney!"
The shearing shed rafters were packed tight with Galahs.
(A Galah is a grey and pink parrot about 9" high. They are very common around NSW and make an awful racket when they sit around on the trees. Bush people even call each other 'silly Galahs.'.)
As we walked around I said to Boney, "Why are they all hanging around in the shed, mate?"
" 'Cause there's no fucking trees around Chummy so they've taken over the shearing shed."
The shed had been closed for months on end so due to the heat inside and the layers of parrot shit all over the place the stink was awful.
"Fucking hell Chummy, we've got to get rid of these bloody Galahs and clean up this board before we can even start shearing."
"Yeah, it's a real mess Boney. How d'ya reckon we should go about it?"
"We'll kill as many of 'em as we can because if not they'll come back at nighttime and shit all over the place again."
"How we gonna' do that mate? If we shoot at 'em and miss, the bullets will put holes in the roof."
"Ya probably right Chummy. Give me a minute to think, mate."
There must have been at least 300 Galahs in the shed. Some were sitting while others were flying around and squawking like hell. As I looked around, there was shit on the floor, shit on the wool table, all over the wool press, the wool packs were covered in it and it was even in the wool stalls.
"Tell ya what we'll do Chummy. Let's take that full bale of wool and roll it over to that end of the shed."
After that was done, Boney said, "Alright mate, grab that end of the wool table and we'll carry it over to the opposite side."
As soon as the table was in place, he said, "Here Chummy, take this."
"What's the straw broom for?"
"It's not a fucking straw broom!" he said with a big grin on his face.
"It looks like a straw broom to me, mate."
"Use your imagination Chummy. It's a double-handed shuttle-cock racquet!"
"Where's the shuttle-cocks?"
"Up there stupid!" as he pointed to the Galahs.
"Now, I've got the picture mate! I'll use the table and you use the bale."
"That's the idea Chummy. You scare 'em down to my end for a while and I'll smash 'em with the broom. We'll take turns at batting. Let's see who can get the highest number."
He drew a line in the parrot shit and said, "That's your half and this is mine. We'll count 'em up later."
I shooed all the Galahs down to Boneys' end of the shed and as they approached him, he swung the straw broom with a double back-hander.
'WHACK!' He knocked three Galahs out of the air in one blow. A double-handed forearm smash sent two more crashing to the floor.
"Alright Chummy, your turn.", he said as he giggled out loud. "I'll shoo 'em down to your end now mate. You take a couple of serves. The double-handed forearm smash seems to be a good point-scorer!"
As I stood on the table at the ready, the long-handled straw broom was over mi shoulder, cocked and ready to serve.
"Here they come Chummy!", yelled Boney.
Three hundred Galahs were now squawking like hell and flying straight for me. As soon as the live shuttle-cocks were in range, I let fly with a powerful over-head serve! One large Galah was knocked out of the air. An unconventional, two-handed upward reverse stroke sent two more to the deck. A clumsy double-handed sideswipe sent three more crashing through the ether!
"OK, your serve Boney!", I yelled, amidst the loud squawking.
I shooed the Galahs back down to Boneys' court. A well-aimed sideswipe sent three Galahs to bird heaven. A single-handed clumsy shot missed altogether and Boney fell off the big wood bale into a pile of Galah shit.
"Fault!", I shouted from my end as he slipped around in the white shit trying to scramble back up on the 'baseline' pack. Another mighty double-handed backhand sent three more Galahs to the deck.
"Alright Chummy, your serve!", yelled Boney as he shooed them back again.
After half-an-hour of strenuous badminton on center court we called 'Time-Out'
for a rest and cleanup. It wasn’t' too bad but Boney was covered in Galah shit and feathers as he walked up to me, smiling from ear to ear.
"We'll take a breather and swap ends Chummy. That wool pack is a bit hard to balance on. You've got the advantage on the table."
"Alright mate.", I said as we laughed. "We'll swap ends and play one more game and then we'll open the doors and chase the rest out. I don't think they'll come back in a hurry.
At the end of the game, we counted up the Galahs and then opened the two large doors. The remaining parrots flew out and were never seen again. It took Boney and me three hours to scrub the floor with hot, soapy water we'd boiled in the outside copper.
By this time all the other blokes had arrived. The cook made up some tucker and after dinner we sat around in our rooms reading, talking or playing cards. Gundy and a couple of the other shearers sat around drinking plonk till about 11 O'clock.
It was pretty hard to sleep that night 'cause it was so hot. We just lay on our backs sweating like hell, drifting in an out of sleep.
The following morning being Monday, everyone was up bright and early. Even Gundy didn't look too worse for wear. Breakfast was at 6 and Dons' brother Jazzer was doing the cooking. Jazzer was a few years younger than Don, which would have made him around 40. Don was a fairly handsome sort of bloke which was more than could be said for Jazzer! He was about 5'9" and a thick-set bloke. Most of his bulk was comprised of fat. He had a mop of black, curly hair and a pretty large beak for a nose and a ginormous set of choppers on him. His teeth would not have looked too bad had he have cultivated the habit of cleaning them. Instead, they were a greeny-yellow color. He had a habit of standing with his mouth open and the teeth could easily be seen protruding below his top lip. He was also quite a heavy smoker. He used to grip the ends of the tips in his large teeth. Have you ever seen a horse with its' lips peeled back as it chomps on the bit? Well, stick a fag in-between the horses teeth and there you have Jazzer!
As far as his cooking skills went, he was rated at half-a-star. Jazzer was also able to shear. When he pulled into gear his named changed to Jabber. (That's another story!)
After breakfast, we all made our way over to the shearing shed. As we entered the shed Gundy noticed a large pile of dead Galahs off to the side of the steps. When Boney related the game of Badminton, Gundy had to smile which was unusual for him at 6:45 in the morning.

Monday, March 6, 2017

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)