tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43769903168735648922024-03-05T02:56:49.375-08:00The Mercurial World DIRECT KNOWLEDGE FROM THE DIMENSIONLESS REALITY ©<a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r8/uma_108/?action=view&current=IMG_0047-1-1.jpg"><img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r8/uma_108/IMG_0047-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>
This is an introduction to the Mercurial World of Guru Om. He will fascinate your mind and bring you to understandings that you may have never even imagined.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2971125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-29235470923788990292021-02-24T06:50:00.001-08:002022-05-23T05:23:37.084-07:00OFF TO THE ISLE OF ARRAN BUT NOT BEFORE SEEING MI DAD~ 4 The shearing season in England was just about over when Billy made the announcement that we'd be heading North to the Isle of Arran in the next few days. This was the time we had all been waiting for because of the stories Bill had told us from his previous years of shearing on the Island.<br />
Those stories consisted of mainly wine, women and making money. Supposedly, there were 5 young girls to every man which, if correct, would be a shearers' paradise.<br />
My good Aussie mate Kerry and miself had a lot in common as he was born in Dorset but moved to Australia when he was 19. He spent most of his time in the Outback of Queensland while I on the other had spent most of my time in the Outback of New South Wales.<br />
"Hey Yorky mate", said Kerry. "Are ya driving ya Cortina up to Arran?"<br />
"Yeah, I'm thinking about it. What do you reckon?"<br />
"I would mate. I'm driving up there. You'll have a much better time with a vehicle. Ya won't have to rely on Kinghorn to get around the Island. There's parties every night and a disco once a week but they're scattered all over the place so a car is necessary."<br />
"Billy told me he was hauling his biggest caravan up there and parking it on a headland.", I said.<br />
"Yeah, he did that last year. It's a great idea for us as we won't have to pay rent anywhere. That means more money for partying!"<br />
"Sounds good to me Kerry."<br />
"We can follow each other all the way up there if ya like Yorky just in case we have car trouble."<br />
"That's a good idea mate. There is one thing I'd like to do on the way. Mi dad lives at a small village called Rippendon. It's off the main motorway, once we hit Yorkshire."<br />
"No worries Yorky. It'll be good to meet him."<br />
"Yeah, he's an old bloke now. He was in the trenches of WW1."<br />
"Jesus Christ Yorky mate, he must be a tough old bastard to have survived that fucking nightmare."<br />
"He is mate. I once complained about not liking a lump of tripe that was on my plate for dinner and he said to me,<br />
"The trouble with you lad, is ya too well-fed. I saw mi mates in the trenches trying to eath their own shit and drink their own piss! And you complain about a good pice of tripe? Give the bloody thing here."<br />
"He took it off mi plate and told me to bugger off from the table. You'll get fed tomorrow!"<br />
"Fuck me Rome Yorky! I thought I was hard done by at times but I had it good compared to you mate."<br />
"Yeah, that's what it's like being brought up in a poor peasant family"<br />
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The following morning we met at Kinghorns farm house. Once everything was loaded up and the caravan was hooked onto Bills' ute, we headed out of Worgret Manor in a small convoy.<br />
Getting out of the big cities was quite hectic for me as I wasn't used to driving in them. Kerry, on the other hand, had driven in England before and got us on the motorway without getting lost.<br />
Once we got up to Yorkshire, we left the motorway and made our way to 36 Jubilee Terrace, mi dads' house. It didn't take long for mi dad to come to the door and when he opened it he had a surprised look on his face and said,<br />
"Jesus Christ Almighty! Where the bloody hell did you come from? I thought you were in Australia?"<br />
"Hello dad, how are ya?"<br />
"Come in lad, don't just stand there."<br />
Once we got inside he said,<br />
"Do you want a cuppa' tea lad?"<br />
"No thanks dad. I came to take ya out for a few beers. I thought we could go to the White Heart, across from Baitings dam."<br />
"It sounds alright to me lad but I had to pay all mi bills this week so I don't have much money left. Ya know mi bloody pension doesn't go far these days since the price of things is gaining through the bloody roof."<br />
"Don't worry about money dad, I've got plenty. I just finished shearing in England so it's my treat. Ya can drink as much as ya like."<br />
"It's alright for you to say that lad but I'm not a bloody moocher. I like to pay mi own way, ya know."<br />
"Yeah, I know that Dad. You can buy one round and I'll take care of the rest. How's that sound?"<br />
"I'ye, I can live with that lad. So when d'ya wanna' go?"<br />
"How about now?"<br />
"I'ye, you'll have to give me time to have a bit of a wash and put mi good suit on."<br />
"No worries dad. We've got plenty of time. Do ya mind if me shearing mate comes in while ya getting ready? He's waiting in his car, outside."<br />
"No, I don't mind at all lad. Tell him to come in."<br />
Once Kerry was inside, I introduced him to mi dad.<br />
"Hey dad, this is mi shearing mate Kerry. This is mi old dad George."<br />
"G'day George. good to meet ya."<br />
"I'ye, likewise. Less of the bloody 'old' caper. I've still got a few more years left in me yet."<br />
"Ya got a good place here George. Is it yours?, asked Kerry.<br />
"Not bloody likely. I've been renting it for years. I could have bought the bloody place ten times over, the amount of rent I've paid. Don't worry about the mess, I'm due to clean up tomorrow. I never get any visitors so there's only me to look at it."<br />
"Don't ya have a cleaning woman George?"<br />
"Do I buggery!" Once I got rid of mi lads' mother that was the last bloody wench that I let in my place."<br />
Kerry had a bit of a laugh at what mi dad said.<br />
"I take it ya don't have much time for women George?", asked Kerry.<br />
"Time? I wouldn't give 'em the time of day!"<br />
"They must have some use George?"<br />
"I'ye, well if they do and you find out what use they are, let me know will ya?", said George.<br />
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Once mi dad was dressed, he locked up his place and we got in mi car and headed off to the pub. Kerry left his old car parked in the street as it was no use driving two cars, there and back.<br />
"This is Rippenden.", said mi dad to Kerry as we drove through the village. "It's where I do most of mi shopping."<br />
It didn't take long to get to the White Heart. Once we parked, I said to mi dad,<br />
"Why don't ya show Kerry where we lived Dad?"<br />
"I'ye, if he's interested."<br />
"Course I'm interested George. I'm always open to a bit of education."<br />
Looking out across the dam, mi dad pointed to a few trees on the other side of the dam and said,<br />
"Right there was where our farm house was. It never cost me a penny in went. I would never have moved but once the damn was finished and started to fill with water, it flooded the old place. I helped build this bloody wall. I worked on it for four years. I was a heavy timber construction engineer."<br />
"So you had a skilled trade George."<br />
"I was some bloody use in those days. All I do now is eat, shit and sit next to the bloody fire, watching mi old Tele."<br />
"Oh well, at least ya built this dam George."<br />
"I built another one in Bakeup too."<br />
"Isn't that where ya met mi mother, Dad?"<br />
"I'ye, sorriest day in my bloody life. Why did ya have to mention that old cow. I don't want a good night out ruining before it gets started!"<br />
This gave Kerry a great big laugh.<br />
"Are we going in for a pint or are we going to stand here like those old wenches, chewing the fat?", said mi dad.<br />
"Alright then dad, let's go."<br />
Once we got inside, I ordered 2 pints of lager and a pint of Best for mi dad.<br />
"I'll be back in a minute lad, I'm off to water the horse. The old bladder's not what it used to be."<br />
"Hey Kerry, when it's mi dads' turn to buy a round, I'll pay for him as he doesn't have a lot of money."<br />
"Na, fuck that mate. We'll take turn about buying the beers. I like ya dad, he's a funny man."<br />
"Good on ya mate."<br />
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We all had a good time at the pub, especially mi dad. By the end of the night, he had quite a few beers on board. So much so, that at one point he fell off the bar stool. Luckily for him Kerry and myself were stood behind him and caught him before he hit the deck.<br />
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It was around 9 now, and we still had a long drive ahead of us till we reached Glasgow where we would catch the Ferry to Arron. I said to mi dad,<br />
"Drink up dad, we've gotta' go. It's getting late."<br />
"I'ye, alright lad. I knew I'd had enough when I fell off the bar stool!"<br />
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Once we got back to mi dads' house, he was so drunk, Kerry and miself had to help him upstairs as he couldn't make it on his own. The last thing I wanted was for him to fall and hurt himself. When we finally got him onto his bed, I said,<br />
"Are ya all right now dad?"<br />
"I'ye, I will be when ya get me enamel bucket from out of the bathroom."<br />
"What d'ya want that for? In case ya puke?"<br />
"Don't be bloody silly, I never puke on beer. I need it for a piss bucket. I couldn't get up the bloody stairs on mi own so I've got buckleys bloody chance of getting down 'em, to the toilet in the middle of the night. There's two spare rooms with beds in 'em if ya want to stay over?"<br />
"No thanks dad, we've gotta' get going or we'll run into traffic in the morning. Maybe I'll be able to stop in on the way back down."<br />
"I'ye, all right then. Thanks for the night out lad. You too Kerry. Old George Swindells had a bloody good time.<br />
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<i> That was the last time I saw mi dad. He died of bowel cancer in Halifax Infirmary in 1975. The last time I spoke to him was by phone. I received a letter from mi sister, telling me he was in hospital so I called him from a place called Guyra, in Australia, where I was shearing with Kerry. The hospital had him pumped full of drugs so I'm not sure he knew it was me on the phone. The last thing he said to me was,</i><br />
<i>"This bloody bloke who washes me down every day takes 5 minutes to wash mi body and 10 minutes to wash mi dick. He's a bloody shirt-lifting pufta!"</i><br />
<i> Even to this day, I really miss mi dad. I'm 72 years old miself now and would love to sit in 36 Jubilee Terrace and tell him how much I love him and miss him. </i><br />
<i> He survived the trenches of WW1 and 11 years of living with mi mother. He dropped his body at 91. As far as I am concerned, he is the greatest man I ever met. There is an old saying in Yorkshire,</i><br />
<i>'You'll never know how much you love someone till they're gone.'</i><br />
<i> I've roamed all over this world, in my time, and I can testify that for me, that is the truth.</i><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-68915081135637031722020-08-08T06:53:00.024-07:002022-05-23T05:29:00.401-07:00DAVID THE SHEPHERD ****<blockquote>
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<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">DAVID </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">THE </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">SHEPHERD</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">written </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">by </div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">YORKY</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">The Pommy Shearer</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 6px 36px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"> The first thing I did when I got to Kings Cross Station was to call Billy Kinghorn and let him know what time my train would arrive at Wareham,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-kerning: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> Dorset. The train ride down South to Dorset was an enjoyable trip as I sat in a comfortable seat looking out of the window at the ever-changing scenery. </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-kerning: none; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;"> It only took a few hours to reach Wareham. As pre-arranged, Billy Kinghorn picked me up at the station.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"G'day Billy.", I said as I walked towards his Ute.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Yorky Mate, how are ya?", he said with a big smile on his face. "Am I fuckin' glad to see you mate. You're a lifesaver. I thought I was gonna' be up shit creek without a paddle, till you called!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I shook his hand and said,</div><div style="text-align: left;">"The pleasure's all mine mate, more than you could possibly imagine."</div></span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-kerning: none; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;"> I threw my bag in the back of his Ute and we took off to his place. I instantly liked this bloke at first sight. He was a few years older than my 25 and his height was like mine, 5'10". He was as down to earth as myself.</div></span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-kerning: none; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">"Ya mentioned you were living in Denmark when ya first called. What was that like?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Not too fuckin' good mate. I was living with this Danish Sheila who guarded the gates of hell in her spare time. If she had another brain it would be fucking lonely."</div></span><p></p><p style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-kerning: none;">************************</span></p><p style="color: #262626; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></p></div><p style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;">"What's David, ya shepherd like? Is he a good bloke?"</span><span style="font-kerning: none; font-size: 9px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-kerning: none;">"Oh yeah, he does my contract lambing every year and he's the best shepherd for miles around. Between you and me Yorky, he's got cancer but don't say anything to him about it unless he tells ya himself."</span><span style="font-kerning: none; font-size: 9px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-kerning: none;">"No worries mate. Is he gonna' have it operated on?"</span><span style="font-kerning: none; font-size: 9px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-kerning: none;">"Last he told me, it's terminal but who knows. He'll probably tell ya himself once he gets to know ya."</span></p><p style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-kerning: none;">*********</span></p><b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></b><b></b>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> Before we got to the farm where David the Shepherd was lambing, we stopped for a pint in a small village. Billy bought his smokes and a dozen bottles of beer.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"What's the bottles for mate?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I bought 'em for you Yorky. This lambing work can be pretty stressful at times and it's long hours so you'll need them."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"How thoughtful of you mate. Good on ya."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"There's a tobacconist down the street. You'd better pick up some rolling tobacco for ya self. Ya won't be able to leave the farm once I drop ya off.</span><br />
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</span> As we pulled up outside of the caravan which was parked in the top corner of the farmers' house paddock, the door opened and David the Shepherd appeared.<br />
"David, how are ya?", said Billy.<br />
"I'm alright Billy, how are you?"<br />
"Pretty good mate. This is Yorky, he's gonna' help ya through the season."<br />
"How are ya Yorky. Boy, am I glad to see you. I thought I'd be left to struggle on mi own this year."<br />
"I told ya I'd get ya a helper David."<br />
"Yeah, I know, but you don't always follow through when you say you'll do something."<br />
"Only when it's not in my control, David. Otherwise I always get ya what ya need."<br />
"Did ya bring the Magnesium Bullets?"<br />
"Yeah, everything ya need is in the back of the Ute."<br />
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"Did ya bring the food supplies?"<br />
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"Oh shit! I forgot about that. I'll drive back to the village and pick up whatever ya need. Why don't ya make out a list while Yorky and miself unload the Ute."</blockquote>
"Alright.", said David and disappeared back into the caravan.<br />
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David was a tall, skinny bloke with a bushy beard. His eyes were pale blue in their sunken sockets. He wore the clothes of a typical shepherd. He was about 50 years old.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"He seems like a good bloke bill but he's not too healthy looking.", I said to Billy as we unloaded the back of the Ute.<br />
"He's not mate. He's a walking dead man. I don't mean to be callous but I hope he lasts for at least another month or so or I'll be fucked. I'll have to look for another shepherd, 'cause I can't be in two places at once."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
David re-appeared with the shopping list.<br />
"Let's go Yorky, ya can help me pick up supplies."said Kinghorn.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
On the way back down to the village store, I asked Billy where the generator was as I hadn't seen one.<br />
"I don't have one for this caravan Yorky. It's got a pot-bellied stove in it and that thing heats the place up a treat. There's a cupboard at the back end of the van that's loaded up with dry wood and there's another cupboard thats got rubber boots, overalls, sweaters and an old work coat that I left in there last time I used it. They're all clean and you're welcome to use 'em mate. They're still reporting snow for this area tonight. It can get pretty fuckin' cold when ya doing a night shift."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
David had given a large list of supplies so it took quite a while to find everything. The last place we went to was the Butchers' shop. Billy bought enough steaks, chops and sausages to last for a week.<br />
"That's a lot of meat mate.", I said as we loaded up the Ute.<br />
"Not really Yorky. Ya gotta' eat well when ya doing this job. Keeps the cold out."<br />
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Back at the caravan, we unloaded the food supplies. Once we were finished Billy said to us,<br />
"I'll be back in 6 or 7 days to see how ya going. If ya need anything in an emergency go across the field to the farm house and get the farmer to give me a call."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /> ********************** <br />
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I knocked on the caravan door and David called out,<br />
"Come in Yorky."<br />
Once inside, he said to me,<br />
"No need to knock. Treat the place as your own."<br />
"Well thanks David."<br />
"Let me show ya around the Kinghorn Palace. It won't take long. That's the bed I've been using so you can take that one up the other end if ya like. It's closer to the fire. There's dry wood in the cupboard, spare wellies in that one. I think they're a size 10. Use any of the old work clothes you need. The food's in these cupboards and the meat's in that old kerosine fridge. That's about it Yorky. It's a bit rough but at least it's warm and it's somewhat clean. Kinghorn said you're from the Outback of Australia so I guess you'd be used to living like this."<br />
"Yeah mate, this really is a palace compared to some of the places I've camped in."<br />
"I'll bet.", said David with a slight smile on his face. "Bill tells me you're one of those gun shearers."<br />
"No mate, he's bullshittin' ya. I normally shear between 120 and 140 a day in Aussie Merinos'. When I shear in New Zealand, anywhere from 250 to 300 a day. They're faster shearing over there, no fucking' wrinkles to navigate!"<br />
"That's a lot of sheep Yorky, in one day."<br />
"It might seem a lot to you David, but I've shorn with Maori blokes in Mew Zealand that would run rings around me."<br />
"Do you shear David?"<br />
"I do, if you could call it that. I shear the old-fashioned English way, round and round, but I'm not very good Yorky. It's just another one of those jobs I needed to learn as a shepherd. Were you born in Australia?"<br />
"No mate, I went out to Australia on mi own at 15. I had an ex-Parade-Sergeant Major for a step-father so Australia was the farthest place I could go to git away from him."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
This bit of information gave him a bit of a laugh.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"What about you David? How long have you been shepherding?"<br />
"Since I was 18. I answered an ad in one of the Farmers Weekly. They were looking for people to go out to the Falkland Islands to train as Shepherds. I already had a bit of experience so I thought, why not. There wasn't much going on in England at the time."<br />
"What was that like?"<br />
"I suppose you could relate it to New Zealand in a way. Not many people and thousands of sheep. Oh, before I forget, ya gonna' need one of these."<br />
He handed me a powerful flash light with a six-volt battery underneath it.<br />
"We've got two of these. They're rechargeable, so make sure ya plug it in every morning. That way we can see what we're doing of a night. Have ya done this kind of high-intensity lambing before Yorky?"<br />
"Not really David. I've helped out a few old Merino Ewes that ran into problems but nothing on this scale.<br />
"Oh well, that's alright Yorky. I'll teach ya how it's done."<br />
"I appreciate that David."<br />
"Don't mention it Yorky, I'm just happy that you came along. Why don't we take a walk around the lambing field and I'll show you the set-up. You may want to change ya good clothes and put those rubber boots on. They'll keep ya feet dry."<br />
"No worries David. I won't be a minute."<br />
"Don't rush, we've got time before it gets dark."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Once I had Bills' old work clothes on and the Wellies I was ready to go.<br />
"Why don't ya put that big old coat on the chair, next to the fire Yorky. It's probably a bit damp. It looks like it hasn't been used since last season."<br />
"Good idea David."<br />
<br /> We got out into the field, David explained the process to me. As we walked around. He showed me the the temporary pens he'd set up in the field and more permanent ones that were under cover in one of of the farmers massive sheds.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"I don't like this hight-intensity breeding program that all these farmers are into now. I understand they've got to make money but the sheep suffer. They're seen as units now, not sheep. Take this farmer for example, he's a Bond Street farmer. He spends most of his time in London. He's a high-priced Solicitor and the farm is a hobby for him and a tax right-off. He can also brag about his farm when he throws one of his dinner parties for his wealthy friends. He knows very little about running the place and that's why he uses Kinghorns' Farm Service. I suppose I shouldn't complain too much though because if he knew what he was doing he wouldn't need my expertise and I'd be out'a work."<br />
"Yeah, I know what ya mean David. We've got the same thing in the Outback only we call 'em McQuarie Street cockies."<br />
"Oh, I like that name Yorky, I'll have to remember that one. We'll do the night shift together tonight Yorky, just till you get to know the ropes and whenever ya run into a problem all ya have to do is give me a shout and I'l get up."<br />
"Do ya number all the ewes and lambs?"<br />
"Yeah, we number the ewes before they lamb and when the lambs are born and the mother has accepted them with the same number and move 'em into the outside pens. Ya see that old girl over there? She'll probably give birth before the nights out."<br />
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Just then, I felt a few wet spots on mi face,<br />
"Is it gonna' rain?"<br />
"No Yorky, that's fine snow. The weather blokes have been forecasting it all week. I'd say by midnight tonight this field will be covered. Well everything looks alright at here, at the moment. Let's go and have a hot cuppa' and some biscuits."<br />
"Good idea."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Back in the caravan, David put on an old black kettle on the pot belly stove and took a packet of biscuits out of the cupboard. While the tea was brewing, I rolled a smoke and offered it to David.<br />
"Would ya like a smoke?"<br />
"No thanks Yorky but you go ahead."<br />
"Ya don't mind me smoking in the caravan?"<br />
"Not at all Yorky, enjoy it."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Once the tea was ready, David handed me a tin mug and said,<br />
"Help ya self to anything you want to eat Yorky. Kinghorn's paying for it. It's part of the job."<br />
"Thanks David, I will."<br />
<br />
We sat there in silence for a while. Me smoking a rolly and David sipping his hot tea.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"Did Billy tell you anything about me Yorky?"<br />
"No, not really. He did say you were the best shepherd in the South of England."<br />
"That sounds like Bill Kinghorn. He likes doling out a bit of flattery when he can. Did he mention anything about my health?"<br />
"Sort of. He said you had cancer but not to say anything, unless you brought the subject up. I'm sorry to hear that mate."<br />
"Don't be Yorky. I'm alright with it. I've learned to accept it."<br />
"Can't the doctors fix ya up?"<br />
"No Yorky, You're looking at a dead man walking around. They say I've only got 3 months left. I'll be lucky if I last that long."<br />
"Where's the cancer?"<br />
"It's in mi guts."<br />
"Can't they cut it out?"<br />
"No, I've had three operations already. It's malignant. They've cut out 60 percent of mi intestines and it's still spreading." I've got to wear a bag now, all the time."<br />
"I'll bet that's not too pleasant. That would give me the shits!"<br />
A moment later, I realized what I'd said, so I said to David,<br />
"Sorry about that mate. I didn't think."<br />
David started laughing and said,<br />
"Don't apologize Yorky. That was a pretty good joke. In fact, it gives me the shits as well. I don't have enough stomach left to digest food so whatever I eat runs out of mi side, into the bag.,"<br />
"Does it bother you talking about it?"<br />
"Not anymore."<br />
"Can I ask you a question?"<br />
"Sure, fire away."<br />
"How does the shit get into the bag?"<br />
"They cut the colon and redirected it to the bag."<br />
"So what about yer arsehole?"<br />
"I don't need it anymore. They sewed it up."<br />
"Fuck me dead!", I exclaimed. "I can feel mi arsehole tightening up just thinking about it."<br />
David started to laugh. When he finished he said,<br />
"Yorky, you are a very funny man. I am so glad that we're going to be working together."<br />
"Isn't it hard, knowing you've only got 3 months to live?"<br />
"Not once I accepted it Yorky. That's the hard part."<br />
"Are ya married?"<br />
"Yeah, I got married late in life, in comparison to most people. I've got 2 children, a girl and a boy. My daughters 12 and my son's 15."<br />
"Fuck, it must be hard for them?"<br />
"Ya know what the worst part is Yorky. They're still in denial."<br />
"What d'ya mean?"<br />
"Well, for example, the other night at the dinner table, my wife started up a conversation, with the children, about where we should go for our holidays in August. They both wanted to go abroad. Then she asked me where I'd like to go. I said,<br />
"I won't be going anywhere with you so don't book a ticket for me. I won't be here. Oh, don't be silly David she says, Of course you'll be here. You've still got a lot of life left in ya yet!"<br />
"That must be really difficult David."<br />
"It is Yorky, I live with the reality and they're hanging on to a fantasy. I hope you don't mind my telling you all this stuff? What with living in the Falklands all those years on mi own with only sheep for company and not getting married till later on, hasn't been easy for me to make friends. Apart from my wife, who won't listen to me, I really haven't had anybody to sit down and talk to about it."<br />
"I don't mind at all David. It's got me beat how ya handle it so well."<br />
"I don't have any options Yorky. It's not going to help to cry over spilt milk."<br />
"Did you have to have psychological counseling when ya first found out?"<br />
"Well, they offered it to me but what was I going to do, bare mi soul to some stranger who has no idea who I am or what kind of life I've lived?"<br />
"I can see ya point David but aren't I a stranger?"<br />
"No Yorky, you're not. I feel a lot of love sitting here with you and we have a lot in common. We both work with sheep. I always loved working with sheep. It's those two-legged ones that I'm wary of."<br />
"David, anytime ya wanna talk ya know ya can always spill ya guts to me. Oh fuck! I've put mi foot in it again."<br />
<br />
David started to laugh quite loudly now. After he'd finished he said,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"Ya don't have to modify your sense of humor around me Yorky. I don't swear much miself but I love it when you swear. It sounds so natural."<br />
"Yeah right, I'm full of shit so we sort of balance each other out, right?"<br />
"That sounds good to me Yorky."<br />
"Talking about shit, is there an outside Dunny somewhere or will I have to use one of your bags when I need the crapper?"<br />
"Come on Yorky, let's do a round of the sheep and I'll show ya where it is."<br />
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<br />
The snow was coming down pretty hard now, as we walked around the field. All the green from the grass had disappeared and was replaced by a white blanket.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"Let's go over here Yorky and see how this old girl is doing. She's down on all fours and having contractions."<br />
When we approached her, she didn't get up and make a run for it as David checked her over.<br />
"She's been in labor a while now Yorky. If she doesn't give birth in the next hour or so we'll have to help her out."<br />
"What would cause problems for her? It seems like giving birth to a lamb is a very natural process."<br />
"Not with sheep in this country. They've been interfered with too much, in my opinion."<br />
"In what way?"<br />
"Fertility drugs. They pump 'em full of drugs so they'll have twins. The problem with that is a lot of 'em have 3 or 4 grossly underweight lambs. A lot of times those lambs don't make it."<br />
"That's pretty fucking shitty, don't ya think?"<br />
"I do Yorky. I agree with you 100% although I may not have put it quite that way."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
David had a sweet smile on his face and a little chuckle to himself.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"I can understand that the profit level in farming is very tight these days but I think it's a bit of a disgrace miself."<br />
<br />
As we shone our flashlights around the field, ewes that had been sat down relaxing would get up and run a short distance and then turn around and look at where the lights were coming from.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"Everything seems alright at the moment so we'll go back inside and have another cuppa", said David.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Even though I was bundled up with lots of clothes and two pairs of socks, I was always happy to get back in the caravan and sit as close to the pot-bellied stove as I could, without setting miself on fire.<br />
As we sat drinking our tea, David told me some stories about being a shepherd on the Falkland Islands and I, in turn, entertained him with my adventures in the Outback. He especially like the story of me, chasing a strip-tease girl all around Australia, on the Show Grounds.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"You certainly have lived an interesting and full life in such a short time. I think it's wonderful."<br />
"Hey David, If you knew, years ago, that you were going to die of cancer and it was possible to change your life, would you have changed it?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
David thought about my question for a short time and then said,<br />
"I've asked myself that question Yorky. The only thing I would have changed was getting married and having children. Had I not got married I would not have had children and my lovely wife would have married some other bloke and not have had to go through this nightmare with me."<br />
"Yeah, true enough but she may have married some bloke who turned into a mongrel cunt down the road.", I said to him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
David started to laugh then and said,<br />
"A mongrel cunt eh! Where do you dig up these phrases from Yorky? I've heard quite a lot of sayings in my life but that's a new one for me."<br />
"It's actually a 'mongrel bred cunt'. It's a term that's used in the Outback quite a bit. For example, 'The mongrel bred cunt tried to root mi sheila when I flaked out from drinking too much grog.' I've got a lot more like that one David. I can teach ya a few of 'em if ya like."<br />
"Let me think about that for a while Yorky. I don't want to be laid on mi death-bed thinking about some 'mongrel-bred cunt trying to root mi wife, when I'm dead."<br />
"Right. That wouldn't be too fucking pleasant would it."<br />
"Yorky, I'm a bit tired so I'm going to lay down and close mi eyes for an hour. If I go to sleep would you give me a shout? Then we'll go and check on that ewe. She can't last much longer."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
David laid down on his bed and before long, peaceful snores were coming out of him. I rolled a couple of smokes as I sat by the stove, then lit one of them up. As I watched him closely, he never stirred. At one point, he stopped snoring for a while. My first thought was, 'Jeezus, I hope he doesn't fuckin' die on me!' I'd seen dead people before but I didn't fancy sleeping in a caravan, all night, with a dead man.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
After an hour or so had gone by, I gave David a shake and said,<br />
"An hour's gone by mate. Ya said to give ya a call."<br />
As he came back to the land of the living he said,<br />
"Thanks Yorky."<br />
"Did ya get a bit of rest mate?"<br />
"I did thanks. I dreamed I was in this beautiful, warm, peaceful place where everyone was happy."<br />
"That's lovely David but the reality is you're in an old caravan with a miserable bastard like me and now we've got to go outside in the freezing cold snow and check on that scungy fuckin' ewe who should have had a lamb by now."<br />
"What would I do without your colorful language?", said David, as he pulled on his wellies.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Back outside, walking across the field, in the snow that was still falling, David pointed out with his flashlight, more ewes that were on the point of dropping lambs. When we got to the ewe that he'd been keeping an eye on, she was still down on the ground but now she had a new-born lamb sucking on her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"She's still got another lamb inside. It must be breached!", said David<br />
"What d'ya mean?"<br />
"They're supposed to come out head first. It's probably backwards."<br />
"So, how are ya gonna' fix that?"<br />
"I'll have to turn it around. Yorky, there's a plastic bucket by the caravan, can you get it for me and take it to that building over there and fill it with fairly hot water?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
While I was getting the hot water, David had gone to the caravan himself. When he got back he said,<br />
"I forgot to tell you to get the salve."<br />
"So what now mate?"<br />
"Once I've washed mi arm and rubbed salve on it, I'm going to have to go inside of her and turn the lamb the right way."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Once he was ready he said to me,<br />
"Just hold her head down so she can't move around Yorky."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Then he pushed his whole arm up inside her and felt around for a bit.<br />
"Fuckin' hell David, doesn't that hurt her?"<br />
"I'm sure it does but there's no other way. If I don't turn the lamb, she'll die along with the lamb."<br />
<br />
It took quite a while for David to do whatever he was doing inside the ewe. The ewe was trying to push out the lamb with Davids' arm up inside of her as he said,<br />
"Steady on old girl, nearly there."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Each time the ewe pushed, he pulled a bit and before too long he pulled out a new-born lamb. He wiped the lamb down with a bag and squeezed all the crap out of its' nose. Then he put that lamb next to the other lamb, on the second tit.<br />
"Hold her down for a minute or so Yorky till the lamb's got some of that colostrum in it. Then we'll let her up and see what happens. Once she was up on all fours, she turned around and sniffed both lambs and then walked away a couple of feet.<br />
"Grab both those lambs by the back legs and drag 'em on the ground slowly, towards the pens."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
As I dragged the lambs on the ground, the ewe started to bleat and followed her lambs. When we got to the pens David opened the gate and said,<br />
"Put 'em in the far corner Yorky. Now, come out of there and stand well back."<br />
Soon as I was out of the way, the old ewe walked into the pen and David shut the gate.<br />
"Now what mate?"<br />
"We watch her and make sure she lets them suck. If she does, that means she claimed 'em as her own and that's great. We'll number the lambs in the morning so they can't get mixed up."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Back in the warm caravan, David said,<br />
"Well Yorky, that's our first success. Let's hope it stays like that."<br />
"Yeah, rather you doing that, than me."<br />
"Oh no Yorky, that's not how it works. The next problem's yours!"<br />
<br />
Even though I only spent a month lambing with David, we were at it 24 hours a day so the time seemed to drag on for ages. On one occasion, on my shift, an old ewe was in trouble and couldn't drop the lambs on her own. I was forced to wake David up from his sleep. The old girl seemed like she was in a lot of pain. I put my arm up inside of her as David had taught me but there were heads and legs everywhere.<br />
"Sorry about disturbing ya rest David, one of the ewes is having problems and I'm not experienced enough to sort it out."<br />
"I'll be right there Yorky. Give me a minute to get my bearings."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
As we walked across the field I said,<br />
"I didn't want to disturb ya mate 'cause I knew you were tired."<br />
"That's alright Yorky. I'm glad you did. It's better than losing a ewe."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Once we got to where the ewe was laid down, heaving away, David took one look and said,<br />
"You did the right thing Yorky and none too soon."<br />
He removed his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeve and said,<br />
"Pass me the salve."<br />
Once the salve was applied to his arm, he said to the ewe,<br />
"Alright old girl, let's have a look what you've got going on in there."<br />
While Davids' arm was still inside of her he said,<br />
"Well Yorky, this is going to take sometime. As far as I can tell, this old girl has four lambs inside of her."<br />
"Bloody hell mate! That's a litter. She's supposed to be a sheep not a fucking cat!"<br />
"This is what I don't like about this high-intensity breeding. It's not right. Hold her head down more so she can't move."<br />
After a while, I asked David how he was doing.<br />
"Slowly Yorky. I've got one of the lambs facing forward and the front leg's under its' nose. I'm going to pull it out now."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Once the lamb was out of the womb, it didn't look like it was in too good a shape. It was less than half the size of a regular newborn. It just lay there, not moving.<br />
"Is it dead David?"<br />
"Not far off Yorky. Let's get another one out."<br />
At the end of the process, David had pulled out four lambs.<br />
"These three may make it Yorky but that one won't."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Once we had the ewe in a holding pen, the ewe let two of the lambs suck and the third one she kept knocking it away.<br />
"What's the Jonny Dorry now David?"<br />
"She won't let that one suck. I think we'll have to adopt it out to that ewe in that pen. She's got a good-sized milk bag on her. Grab the lamb Yorky and I'll get that old girls afterbirth."<br />
Once we were out of the ewes' sight, David picked up the mothers' afterbirth and rubbed it all over the foster lamb.<br />
"This is how you do it. You've got to make sure to get the afterbirth all over the lamb, especially back here under the tail. The more afterbirth you can rub into the lamb, the more chance we have of fooling her."<br />
When David was satisfied that the lamb was covered, he walked into the pen and put the foster lamb near the new mothers teets. As soon as the lamb tried to drink, the ewe pushed the lamb away. David held her tight in the corner, head first, so she couldn't knock the lamb off the teet. It took about 30 minutes of repeatedly doing this. Eventually the ewe let the lamb drink without having to be jammed up in the corner.<br />
"Ya think she'll accept the lamb now?"<br />
"It looks that way but we'd better keep an eye on her for the next 24 hours."<br />
<br />
On one occasion, David was cutting some binding twine off of a bale of hay when he said,<br />
"I'll have to sharpen mi penknife tonight Yorky. It's gone dull on me."<br />
"It looks like its an old knife, ya must have had it a while have ya?"<br />
"I have Yorky. I've had it for 10 years. I've sharpened it so many time the blade's just about to give up the ghost. It's a bit like me, it's worn out. I don't want to buy another one 'cause I won't be around long enough to get good use of it."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
That evening, as we sat in the warm caravan eating a feed of mutton chops and eggs that David had cooked up, I said to him,<br />
"Here David, I've got a present for ya."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
I handed him a brand new pocketknife with a stag-horn handle. When he took it from my hand, he opened both blades and checked them out.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"This is a very expensive pocketknife Yorky. I can't accept this. It must have cost a small fortune?"<br />
"It did but you'd better fuckin' accept it or I'll be really fucking' offended."<br />
"I don't know what to say Yorky. I could only ever dream of owning a knife like this."<br />
"Ya don't have to say anything David. I really want you to have it and I won't take no for an answer."<br />
"Then I accept it Yorky."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
He got up from sitting on the side of his bed and put out his hand to me. I shook his big, rough hand and he said,<br />
"Thank you. I'll treasure it."<br />
"Yeah, alright but don't forget to use it. It's not a wall-hanger!"<br />
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Time was drifting along slowly. Bill Kinghorn had paid us three visits. Each time he came, he brought enough supplies for another week. On the third occasion he said to me,<br />
"Let's go into the Village and have a couple of pints Yorky. I'm stressed out to the fucking max with this lambing caper at the farm I'm working at."<br />
"No worries mate. I'll just see if David needs me for a couple of hours. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">"Ya mind if I go with Billy for a beer?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">"Go ahead Yorky, everything is under control here. Enjoy ya self."<br />
"Good on ya David."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
While I was changing mi clothes, Billy had a chat with David about how the lambing was going. Once I had some clean gear on, I got in the Ute and we headed to the village pub.<br />
"So how's it going with the lambing Yorky?"<br />
"No worries Billy, David has everything under control. He's a fuckin' expert at his trade."<br />
"Yeah, he certainly knows what he's doing."<br />
"I've learned a lot from him over the past three weeks. It's not this complicated in the Outback mate. Our Merinos don't have fucking litters like these sheep do."<br />
"Don't ya breed mainly for wool out there?"<br />
"We do but a lot of Cockies will put a Border-Lester Ram over a Merino for fat lambs."<br />
"You've got a lot bigger numbers over there don't ya?"<br />
"Yeah mate, especially up in Queensland. I was shearing at this Station called Thalongra once. We were there for fucking weeks. In fact we were there for so long some of those Merino ewes started to look attractive!"<br />
"Ya kidding me Yorky, right?"<br />
"Yeah Billy, I like a bit of a joke. I was in this Hotel having a few middies one time when a 'Towny' said to me, "You shearers don't really fuck sheep do ya?" "Nah mate, it's too hard to pull their head around to kiss 'em!"<br />
Billy hadn't heard the joke before. He almost choked on his pint laughing.<br />
<br />
"Did David mention his cancer to ya?"<br />
"Yeah, but not much."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
I didn't want to tell Bill everything that David told me as I felt I would be breaking his trust in me.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"David said you've got about a week left. I told him to give me a call from the farmers' place when ya finished. We'll tow the caravan back to Wargret Manor then. We'll need it at shearing time."<br />
Billy downed his pint and said,<br />
"Drink up Yorky, I've got to git back to my place. I left mi girlfriend in charge."<br />
"Does she know what she's doing?"<br />
"No, that's why I've got to get a move on."<br />
"So, did ya get a bit of rootin' in while she was camped out with ya?"<br />
"Well, actually no mate. She'd never seen lambs born before and the first time she saw me stick mi arm inside a ewe she said,<br />
"That's it, ya won't be doing that to me! She wouldn't let me get anywhere near her after that. I don't think I'll take her lambing again. It's not good for my sex life!"<br />
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It was the last few days of lambing. Over the past month, I had watched Davids' health go downhill. His cheeks became more hollow and his eyes had sunken into their sockets. He was also dragging his arse around the field at a much slower pace. Each time I asked him about his health, he would say,<br />
"Under the circumstances Yorky, I'm as well as can be expected."<br />
<br />
One afternoon, when we were both in the field, we encountered a situation where a healthy lamb needed to be fostered out onto another ewe.<br />
"Rub the afterbirth all over it like we did before Yorky. Once it was covered we put it up to the foster mothers tit. The lamb was anxious to drink but each time we let the foster mother go, she knocked the lamb away. After a dozen more times of trying, the foster mother kept on rejecting the lamb.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"All right Yorky, this old bitch is not going to accept it. We'll have to try something else."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Now this ewe had given birth to three lambs. Two were quite healthy and one was stillborn. David said to me,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"Yorky, do you know how to skin a lamb?"<br />
"I sure do David. I've butchered a lot of sheep in the Outback."<br />
"Alright, skin that dead lamb of hers and we'll tie it onto this one. That should do the trick. Skin the legs down to the hooves so we've got plenty of skin left to tie it to this one."<br />
"Ya mean like a jacket?"<br />
"Yeah, that's the idea."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Once I'd skinned the dead lamb, I gave the skin to David who expertly tied it to the orphaned lamb.<br />
"Trap the old bitch in the corner of the pen Yorky while I put the lamb on her tit."<br />
The lamb punched the ewes' milk bag with its' nose and started to drink. It's tail was wagging and shaking like crazy as it sucked on the warm milk.<br />
"Alright Yorky, let her go. Let's see what she does."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
The ewe turned her head and smelled the foster lamb all over. Then she decided it was not her lamb so she butted the lamb away so it couldn't drink.<br />
"You miserable old bitch!", said David, who was now becoming more frustrated each time the ewe knocked the lamb away.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
After a few more times of doing his best to make the ewe accept the lamb, he picked up his Shepherds' Crook and whacked the ewe on the nose to stop her knocking the lamb off of the tit. Each time the ewe knocked the lamb away, David belted the ewe with the Crook. The ewe was determined she was not going to let the lamb suck. David was determined she was.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
All of a sudden, David, who was a very mild-mannered man, lost it completely!<br />
"You bitch!", he said and belted her on the nose.<br />
She shook her head and sniffled.<br />
"You fuckin' bitch!", said David and belted her again.<br />
The ewe shook her head and knocked the lamb away again.<br />
"You fuckin' rotten, bitch. You fucking well will take this lamb or I will beat you to death, you fuckin' whore!"<br />
David was completely out of control now as he mercilessly beat the ewe around the head with his crook. Each time he walloped the ewe, he swore,<br />
"You fuckin' (WHACK!) stubborn (WHACK!) bitch (WHACK!) You (WHACK!) will (WHACK!) take this lamb (WHACK!) or (WHACK!) you're (WHACK!) fuckin' (WHACK!) dead! (WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
The ewe was now wobbling on its' feet as David said to me,<br />
"Try it again Yorky."<br />
I put the lamb close to the ewes' tits. The lamb started to drink. David was out of breath and had to steady himself by holding onto the gate. The ewes' head was now swollen black and blue from the violent beating. She turned her head towards the lamb, sniffed its' arse and then turned her head forwards again. The lamb continued to drink and wag its' tail. The ewe turned her head to look at the lamb again and then looked at David who was stood close by. She then turned her head towards the front.<br />
"That'll teach you, you fuckin' thing!", said David as he stood there staring at her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
While all of this was going on, I stood well out of the way in case I caught a stray blow from Davids' crook.<br />
"I think you got through to her David. She's letting it suck."<br />
"I think so Yorky.", said David between gasps of breath.<br />
"Give me a minute and we'll go have a cup of tea."<br />
<br />
Back in the caravan, I made David a cup of strong black tea.<br />
"How ya feeling mate?", I asked as I handed him the tea.<br />
"Not too good Yorky. I must apologize for that shameful display of violence. I can't take much more of this. Would you roll me one of those cigarettes?"<br />
"Sure David, but you don't smoke."<br />
"I know, but I need something to calm mi nerves. The tea's not doing it."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
I rolled another smoke, lit it up and handed it to him. I watched him take 4 or 5 puffs on the rolly without inhaling it. He handed the smoke back to me and said,<br />
"Thank you."<br />
"Did ya like it mate?"<br />
"No, it tastes like shit. I don't know how you can smoke so many Yorky. If I had to smoke it would kill me!"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
I had to suppress a laugh at Davis' comment. He looked up at me and said,<br />
"Well, go on, You're allowed to laugh. I just cracked a joke!"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
That was it. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I started laughing my head off. Even David had a chuckle to himself. Once I could contain miself, I said,<br />
"Well mate, ya finally got that scungy old bitch to take the lamb."<br />
"Yes I did Yorky but the lesson is, Do as I say and not as I do!"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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One afternoon, Bill and miself had finished shearing early. He said to me,<br />
"Ya wanna' go visit David on the way home? I owe him a lot of money and one of the farmers just paid me. His wife has been ringing me up looking for his money. They're pretty broke."<br />
"Did she say how his health is?"<br />
"Yeah, he's on his death bed, poor bastard. They don't expect him to last the night out. She needs the money for his the funeral and stuff."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
When we got to Davids' cottage, Bill apologized for not getting Davids' money to her sooner. After he explained the situation to her, she understood.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"Is it alright to see David?", I asked.<br />
"Yes Yorky. He told me a lot of funny tales about you. I'm sure he would love to see you before he goes but don't stay too long as he's very weak."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
Inside Davids' bedroom, it was very dark as all the curtains were closed. David was laid on his back in bed with the covers pulled up under his chin.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
"David, how are ya mate? It's Yorky."<br />
In a very feeble voice he said,<br />
"Yorky, how are you?"<br />
"I'm good mate but you don't look too good."<br />
"I'm not going to last the night out Yorky. I'll be gone by the morning."<br />
"Nah mate, you'll be alright.", I said and cracked a short joke to try and cheer him up. In reality, I was trying to cheer miself up. I had to swallow a big lump in mi throat and fight back the tears.<br />
"I can't laugh at ya jokes anymore Yorky. I'm not in the mood and I'm too weak."<br />
"I'm sorry about that David, it wasn't very thoughtful of me.<br />
"That's alright Yorky, don't apologize. There's a knife in that drawer over there. Would you get it for me?"<br />
"Sure David, no problem."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
I opened the drawer and took out the knife I had given him as a present.<br />
"This one mate?"<br />
"Yeah, that's it Yorky."<br />
Before I handed him the knife I said,<br />
"You're not going to do anything silly with it are you?"<br />
"No Yorky, I want to give it back to you with as much love as you gave it to me. I won't be needing it where I'm going."<br />
"Thank you David. I'm sorry things have turned out this way for you mate."<br />
"Don't be Yorky. I don't need anybody feeling sorry for me. My time is up. We've all got to go when our time's up. Can you come a bit closer.?"<br />
"Yeah, sure."<br />
"You're a wonderful man Yorky. you brought me a lot of love and laughter in mi last days. I want to say, thank you."<br />
"You're a great man yourself David. I learned a lot from you. Not just about lambing either. I won't ever forget you David."<br />
"Please go now Yorky, I've got to prepare myself for the journey."<br />
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<i>It's 1977, Yorky is now 29 years old.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Shearers don't always shear. When it rains they are forced to do other kinds of work or travel hundreds of miles to find a shed where it isn't raining..</i></div>
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<span class="s1">I had a full tank of juice and a few bucks to spare and a long trip ahead of me. I was on the highway to St.George now and it was pissin’ down with rain. There was no lack of semi-trailers heading to their destinations. Every time one passed mi old station wagon, it kicked up a water spray so big that I had to slow down to make sure I didn’t run off the road. It was one of the worst nights drives I had ever experienced. Little did I know things were not going to improve.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The contractor had given me directions on the phone of how to find the cockys’ shed. I had<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>my hand-drawn map on the dashboard so I didn’t<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>miss a turn off otherwise I’d end up lost on some dirt-track road out in the middle of nowhere, out of petrol.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">At long last I saw the shed off in the distance which, let me tell you, was a very welcome sight. It was about 6 O’clock in the morning when I pulled up outside the shearers’ quarters. When I opened the door to get out of the station wagon I noticed how stiff mi legs and back were. As I did a couple of stretches, a bloke sauntered out of the cook house and walked over to where I was parked.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Before that thought could drift away like a cloud in the sky, down the rain came again, only this time it was heavier than ever. Over breakfast, I introduced myself to a few of the other shearers and then made mi way over to the shed. Once inside, another lovely surprise awaited me. Big wooly, wrinkly wethers!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Fuck me, if it was that bad when you drove in, we may end up stuck here till she dries out a bit.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Don’t fuckin’ tell me that Jeff. I’ve had a hard enough time gettin’ here. That’s the last fuckin’ thing I wanna’ hear!</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Yeah, I know mate, but this Queensland bush country can be pretty treacherous. It’s all black soil around these parts.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YOKRY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Meanin’ what mate?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">It’s a bastard in wet weather. It sticks to the tires and build up under the wheel arch. Ya gotta’ stop and dig it out then or it will fuck up the diff!</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Ya got anymore good fuckin’ news mate?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(They laugh. Jeff walks back to his his stand. Yorky loads his hand piece.)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY V/O</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">I like that bloke. He’s got a good sense of humor.</span></div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Bell rings. Yorky pulls out his first sheep.)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY V/O<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>(Cont’d)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">These bastards are not going to be money for old rope!</span></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Yorky shearing.)</span></div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Yorky smokes and sits on the board with the rest of the shearers. Washes up a couple of combs and a few cutters for grinding. Jeff walks over and sits down.)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">So where ya headin’ after lunch Yorky?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">I’m fucked if I know Jeff. I’m all out of ideas.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Why don’t we travel together mate. We’ve got a much better chance of gettin’ out’a here alive.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Sounds good to me. Ya got ya own vehicle?</span><br />
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Yeah mate, if ya can call it that. She’s a fuckin’ old Falcon on her last legs but she hasn’t let me down yet.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(With no more sheep to shear the contractor declares the shed over.)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY (V/O)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">Three and a half hours shearing in woolly fuckin’ wethers for an all night drive from Moree to the black blocks of St. George! What a bastard! My main concern is now gettin’ out of this shit-hole.</span></div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(The shearers are all paid off. A few of the shearers discuss how they’re going to get back onto the bitchumen. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Two convoys of cars leave the shearing shed in the rain. Everyone is covered in mud and soaking wet. When they get onto the main road, Yorky goes up to Jeffs’ car and speaks with him,)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">What d’ya wanna’ do now mate?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Well, I was shearing around these parts last year so I reckon our best bet would be to head towards Charleville. Once it dries up we'll pick up a pen there, no worries. I know a couple of contractors that I shore for last season.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>That sounds pretty fuckin’ good to me Jeff.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(The 2 cars follow each other to the nearest watering hole and stop for a few beers)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Sitting at bar talking)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Charleville’s full of fuckin’ Yobos’ mate. We’ll<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>have to fuckin’ watch each others backs.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Ya’ want another beer?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Might as well. We’re not goin’ anywhere till this storm ceases up a bit.</span><br />
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">EXT - EVENING - SAME DAY - OUTSIDE HOTEL IN PARKING LOT)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Yorky and Jeff get their cars ready for sleeping in.)</span></div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">INT - MORNING - LOOKING OUT WINDSCREEN OF CAR.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY V/O</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">The whole place looks like a lake!</span></div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Yorky goes over to Jeffs’ car and tries to wake up Jeff by banging on the roof of his car. Jeff wakes up and winds his window down half-way.)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">(Groggy voice)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Jeezus mate, what time is it?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">It’s 6:30 mate. Ya gettin’ up or not?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Yeah, I suppose I’d better. I feel a bit crook from the grog last night. Mi<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>mouth tastes like a mob of Galahs’ took a shit in it! Ya got any XXXX in the back of your station wagon?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Yeah, I got the remains of that 6-pack we bought at closin’ time.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Good on ya Yorky mate. Ya think ya could find ‘em and crack a couple for us? I’m not firin’ on all 6 yet!</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">No worries mate. I know where they are.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Yorky returns from his car with the beers. After they finished off a couple of tinnies Yorky says to Jeff)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Let’s have a look around and see if we can find a Dago shop. I need a hot cuppa’ and something to eat. All we had to eat last night was potato chips and salted peanuts washed down with one too many beers!</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Yeah, I suppose a bit of tucker wouldn’t go astray.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Yorky and Jeff finish breakfast they head out to Charleville. The rain has slowed down somewhat. When they arrive in Charleville they head to the hotel that Jeff did most of his drinking at the previous year)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">INT - BAR - LATE AFTERNOON</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Ya gonna’ give that contractor a ring and see what he’s got goin’?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">No worries Yorky. I’ll do it now before I get too pissed.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Ya got any idea where we’re gonna’ camp?</span><br />
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">I sure have mate. Soon as I get done callin’ the contractor, we’ll book into this caravan park where I camped last year. It’s not much and it’s a bit rough but it beats sleepin’ on the back seat of mi car. Get another round in Yorky, I’ll be back shortly.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Jeff goes to the pay-phone and then returns to the bar.)</span></div>
</div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">How d’ya go Jeff? Was the contractor home?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Yeah, no worries mate. We got a start at a station called Wonbin. It’s somewhere between here and Quilpy. Now all we gotta’ do is sit out this fuckin’ rain and wait for the sheep to dry out.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">INT BAR - TV ON - WEATHER REPORT</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">WEATHER REPORTER ON TV</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">“Charleville is now cut of from all the main roads due to flash-flooding!”</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">This fuckin’ weathers’ not lookin’ too good Yorky. We may be stuck here for a couple of weeks!</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">I fuckin’ hope not Jeff. At the rate we’re goin’ I’ll be outta’ money in 3 or 4 days!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">No worries mate. I’ve got enough to keep us goin’ for maybe a week. It depends on how hard we hit the grog.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Maybe we ought to slow down a bit then.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Fuck that for a joke Yorky. What else are we gonna’ do if we don’t drink? Sit in that tin can they call a caravan, staring at the walls?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">EXT - HOTEL - EVENING</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Yorky and Jeff are sitting outside on a bench after the bar has closed. They are eating hamburgers and drinking beer, under the awning.)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(A broken down ute rounds the corner on 2 wheels and comes to an abrupt halt right in front of Yorky and Jeff. On the back of the use was a metal crate with half-a-dozen yobos, waving shot guns around.)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">FAT YOBO</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">G’day</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">(A face full of stubble. A double-barrel shotgun in one hand and in his other hand is a tinnie, He’s wearing an old singlet and a pair of stubbies. His gut, which is covered in hair, sticks out<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>like dogs’ balls)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">G’day. How are ya?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">FAT YOBO</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Pretty good.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">What’s the spotlight and double barrels for? Ya goin’ pig shootin’?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">FAT YOBO</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">We’re huntin’ bungs tonight! We’re chasin’ a couple of coons in an old Holden. Did they drive past ya?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Nah mate. We’ve been sat here for the past half-hour. We haven’t seen any abbos’<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>in a Holden.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">FAT YOBO</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Where ya blokes from? What are ya doin’ in our town?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">We’re shearers from New South.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">FAT YOBO</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">No worries then mate. We don’t mind shearers, long as ya not coon lovers.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Not us. We’re<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>just mindin’ our own business, eatin’ a burger and havin’ a quiet beer.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">FAT YOBO</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">No worries then Sport. Do us a favor and let us know if they drive down this street. We’ll be back around here in an hour or so.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<span class="s1"></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Ya fair dinkum about shootin’ ‘em?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">FAT YOBO</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Fuckin’ oath mate. There’s too many of the black bastards around Charleville for<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>my likin’ and besides, this town belongs to us white fellas’ not those fuckin’ bungs!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>See ya around.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Truck drives up street shining the 12 Volt spotlight up and down)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Fuck me dead! Ya think they’re fair dinkum Jeff?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Fuckin’ oath mate, let’s head off before the inbred bastards come back. I don’t wanna’ get on the wrong side of these retards!</span><br />
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"><><><><></span><br />
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY V/O</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">INT - BAR<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">My situation is as bleak as the weather. I’m down to a full middy, a packet of Drum and papers and 78 cents change in mi pocket.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>YORKY<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>(Cont’d)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Hey Jeff, ya got any ideas what we’re goin’ to do for money? Ya think ya family could wire us some money?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">No mate. I don’t get along with mi old man and I’m too proud to ask him.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Doesn’t he have a farm in Victoria?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Yeah, he does mate. That’s the problem.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">What d’ya mean?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">JEFF</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">He’s pissed off big time because he wants me to stay at home and help him work on the farm instead of cruising around all over the Outback as a shearer. We had a big stinkin’ row the last time I was home so we’re not speaking to each other. I’m off to the dunny Yorky.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Jeff leaves)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Yorky sits at the bar contemplating his dire situation. A voice calls out.)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">DARRYL</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Soaking wet)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Yorky, ya bastard! How are ya mate?</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p7">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1">(Yorky turns to see who it is.)</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p8">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">YORKY</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">Jeezus H. Christ, Darryl! Am I fuckin’ glad to see you.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">DARRYL</span></div>
</div>
<div class="p6">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1"></span><br /></div>
</div>
<div class="p5">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="s1">How are ya Yorky. I didn’t expect to see you sat at the bar in Charleville!</span></div>
</div>
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<span class="s1">Where the fuck did you come from Darryl? Why are ya soaked to the skin?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I’ve been shearin’ at a shed about a hundred miles from here but they declared it due to wet sheep.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ya got any money Darryl?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Fuckin’ oath mate, I’ve been knocking out some good tally for the last three weeks.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ya got enough to lend me a few bucks? I’m fuckin’ broke. I’ve got 78 cents to mi name.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">No worries mate, I'm rollin' in it. How much d'ya want 50 or a hundred? </span><br />
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<span class="s1">YORKY</span><br />
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Can ya spare a hundred?<br />
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DARRYL<br />
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For you Yorky mate, no worries.<br />
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YORKY V/O<br />
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At that point, I had to swallow a big lump in mi throat or I would have probably cried.<br />
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How come ya so fuckin' wet and covered in mud? Did ya get bogged?<br />
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DARRYL<br />
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Yeah, a couple of times. This black soil up here is a bastard when it's wet.<br />
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YORKY<br />
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I take it ya got it out.<br />
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DARRYL<br />
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Yeah, eventually. I thought it was gonna' be a clear run into Charleville till I got to the river.<br />
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YORKY<br />
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So how d'ya get the car across?<br />
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DARRYL<br />
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I didn't mate. I had to leave it on the other side with all mi gear.<br />
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<span class="s1">I fuckin' swam.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ya kiddin’.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">No way mate. I stuffed a few things in the backpack, then I wrapped mi money in a plastic bag. I wasn't gonna' sit on the other side of the river when the hotel's on this side.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Weren't ya worried about gettin' swept away?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Fuckin' oath I was. I walked up and down to find a narrow spot, then I waded in and swam like fuck. I ended up about half-a-mile down from where I went in.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Was it scary?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Too fuckin' right mate. There were a lot of dead branches and logs being swept down. Finish ya beer Yorky, it's my shout.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">(Jeff returns to the bar and Yorky introduces Darryl to Jeff. They sit there having a good old natter about days gone by.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Oh Jesus, I was so happy to see ya Yorky, I almost forgot. Here's a $100. If ya need anymore let me know.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Good on ya Darryl, you're a fuckin' great mate.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">No worries Yorky, you'd do the same for me mate.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Yeah, I would Darryl, any day.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Yorky mate, I'll catch up with ya later on tonight. I'm gonna' book a room. I need a hot shower and a couple of hours sleep.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ya got any dry clothes?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I'm not sure. I stuffed 'em in a plastic bag in the back-pack.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Well, if ya need any let me know. You're about the same size as me so they should fit.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Good on ya mate.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">(Darryl leaves bar)</span></div>
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<span class="s3"> </span><span class="s1">Once Darryl was gone, I said to Jeff,</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"We're flush again! Ya need some money?"</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"Not yet Yorky. I've still got a few bucks left. I'll get some off ya later. What ya think about the caravan mate?"</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"What about it?"</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"I don't like it mate. It's as cold as campin' in mi car and those vinyl mattresses are the same as mi back seat. I might camp in mi car from now on. "</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"I don't mind, I can camp in mi station wagon, no worries. I got a bit of a foam mattress I can roll out once the back seat's down. The only thing that worries me mate is, it may not be too safe with those fuckin' yobos driving around of a night time."</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"Don't ya have a rifle mate?"</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"Too fuckin’ right! I've got a 308 with a 7 X 50 Bushnell scope on it."</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"Jeezus mate, that would blow a hole in of those yobos so fuckin' big ya'd be able to see daylight through him."</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"You got a rifle Jeff?"</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"Yeah mate, it's not as good as yours but it's pretty effective. It's an old ex-army 303. She's a bit beat up lookin' but she still shoots straight as a dye."</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"Where d'ya think we ought to park up for the night Jeff?"</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"Not sure yet mate but we'll find somewhere as safe as possible. I know mi mate Darryl will lend us his room key and as long as we're not spotted we can have showers upstairs."</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"Sounds good to me Yorky. The best part is we'll have extra money for grog since we won't be rentin' that fuckin' old caravan.</span></div>
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<span class="s3"> </span><span class="s1">That evening, Jeff, Darryl and miself had a good, old session on the grog, the same as most shearers would do on a Saturday night. In the shed, young shearers mostly skite about how many sheilas they've rooted and in the bar room they brag about how many sheep they can shear. True to form, the more beer shearers drink, the higher the shearing tally creeps up until it becomes obvious at the end of the night that everyone is full of grog and bullshit. Our conversations were no different. We followed the tradition to the letter.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"That's it for me fellas. I'm headin' off upstairs for a sleep. What with gettin' bogged a couple of times and swimmin' a fuckin' river, I'm rooted. Not to mention, I'm as full as a boot!"</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"No worries Darryl, we'll catch up with ya tomorrow mate."</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"So what are we gonna do Jeff?", I asked.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">"Let's buy a six-pack and a flagon. I usually keep a few cans in the boot but I seem to remember I couldn't find any last time I looked. I must have drunk 'em all.”</span><br />
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Follow me in ya' vehicle Yorky, I know a good place to camp out for the night.<br />
"Is it safe mate?"<br />
"It's as safe as it can be in Charleville. We won't be bothered by yobos, black fellas and cops."<br />
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Once we were parked up for the night Jeff said,<br />
"I'm rooted mate. I'm gonna' hop on the backseat for a bit of shut eye. Bang on the roof if there's any problems."<br />
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As I sat in the front of mi station wagon having a smoke and looking out the windscreen at the rain that was still coming down pretty heavy, there was a loud knock on the passenger-side window. I leaned over and wiped the condensation off the window. To my surprise there was a young Aborigine girl, smiling at me. She looked like she was soaked to the skin. She banged on the window again and gave me another big grin. I rolled the window down about halfway and said,<br />
"What d'ya want?"<br />
"Ya got any plonk mate?"<br />
"No, I've only got a six pack of XXXX."<br />
"That'll do mate. Give us one of those."<br />
"No fuckin' way."<br />
"Then open the door and let me in. It's wet and cold out here."<br />
"No fuckin' way! I'm goin' to bed in a minute."<br />
"C'mon mate, open the door and I'll have a beer with ya."<br />
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As I sat there looking at her I thought to miself, 'She's pretty good-lookin' for an Abbo sheila. Who knows, ya might get a good root off her.'<br />
"Hurry up mate, open the door."<br />
"I tell ya what love, give us a root and I'll let ya hop in the front. I'll even give ya a couple of beers and a smoke."<br />
"No way mate. I'm not givin' ya a root. I don't even know ya gubba."<br />
"Then why should I let ya in the car, I don't know you!"<br />
"Come on Gubba, let me in."<br />
"No, the only reason ya wanna' hop in here is ya want free grog and smokes."<br />
"Alright, let me in and I'll give ya a kiss and show ya mi tits."<br />
"Fuck that for a joke. I've been kissed and seen a pair of tits before."<br />
"Yeah, but ya haven't seen mine before."<br />
"So what makes yours any different?"<br />
"There a good size and still hard."<br />
"Yeah, so's my cock love!"<br />
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Despite being wet and cold she started to laugh and then said,<br />
"You're a very funny white fella. Come on, open the door!"<br />
"Alright, I'll let ya in the car but it ya don't cock it up then ya out'a here all right?"<br />
"No worries Gubba. Well come on then, open the fuckin' door"<br />
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When I pulled the lock button up and pushed the door open I got the surprise of mi life. I heard her say.<br />
"C'mon mum, hurry up and get in."<br />
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The next minute a big fat-arsed old Ginn squeezed herself through the door and plonked her big arse on the front bench seat.<br />
"O'ye! What the fuck are you doing? I didn't say you could get in!"<br />
"Slide over mum, make some room.", said the young girl.<br />
The next minute I was squashed against the driver-side door with a big, fat, toothless old Ginn next to me. The young one, out of arms reach was on the other side of her.<br />
'BANG!' went mi car door as she slammed it shut.<br />
"Good on'ya mate. I knew you'd let us in.", she said.<br />
"That wasn't the fuckin' deal. I said you could get in not you and ya mother."<br />
"No worries mate, she's not taking up room."<br />
"The fuckin' door handle's stickin' in mi side! Tell her to get out."<br />
"Can't do that mate. She's mi mum."<br />
<br />
I had a pack of opened Marlboros on the dashboard and as soon as she saw them she took a couple out, gave one to her mother and stuck the other one in her mouth.<br />
"Well, c'mon, give us a light mate."<br />
"Alright", I said, "But that's all ya fuckin' gettin'."<br />
As soon as the fags were going, the car filled up with smoke.<br />
I said to her,<br />
"Open that fuckin' window a bit before we all get cancer!"<br />
"No worries mate. So where's the grog, the XXXX mate? Ya said you'd got some."<br />
"I'm not givin' ya my good Queensland 4 X for free. The deal was a root for a beer."<br />
"Then give us a drink of yours mate!"<br />
"No! You've already got 2 fags off of me for free."<br />
"You said, 'a kiss and I'll show ya mi tits for a can.'<br />
"No I fuckin' didn't, you said that!", I said.<br />
<br />
It was obvious to me that I'd been well and truly conned. The only thing I could do was make the best of it and have a bit of fun.<br />
<br />
"All right, here's the deal, show me ya tits and I'll give ya one tinny between ya."<br />
"Nah mate, one can and I'll show ya one tit. Two cans and I'll show ya both!"<br />
"No way, one can for both tits."<br />
"I'm not a stupid Ginn mate. I've been to the white fellas' school. I know a good deal when I hear one."<br />
<br />
This little joke of hers made me laugh. In turn, she started to laugh. Her fat mother sat between us staring straight ahead and didn't say a word.<br />
<br />
"Can your mother speak English?"<br />
"Not really, she never went to school."<br />
"Then tell her, in your language, to scoot her arse over to your side a bit. I can hardly breathe on my side."<br />
When she'd finished talking to her mother in her own language, her mother wiggled her big arse around on the seat and I ended up with less room!<br />
"What did you say to her? I've got even less room now."<br />
"I told her ya wanted a root for a couple of beers. She said she likes you and she'll give ya a root for a 6-pack."<br />
"Fuck that for a game of tin soldiers love. She's old and fat and her tits are down to her waist."<br />
"That don't matter mate, a root's a root!"<br />
"No thanks, I'm not that desperate. Look I've had a bit a' fun with ya so I'm gonna' give ya a beer between ya, alright?"<br />
"How about 2 beers and I'll show ya mi tits?"<br />
"Are ya fair dinkum?"<br />
"Of course I am."<br />
"No worries then."<br />
<br />
I leaned mi arm over the back of mi seat and handed them a can each.<br />
"Good on ya gubba.", she said and pulled up the front of her wet blouse.<br />
"Good tits eh?", she said as she pulled the blouse back down.<br />
"Yeah, not bad at all. Stick ya mother outside, under a bush somewhere, and I'l give ya the rest of the cans for a root."<br />
"How many cans ya got left?"<br />
"Three, why?"<br />
"Nah, that's not enough. You said a 6-pack.", she said.<br />
"Yeah, but you're already drinking two of 'em."<br />
"Yeah, but that was for showin' ya mi tits!"<br />
<br />
The rain had now stopped again. It was now obvious I wasn't gettin' a root off her. Her mother was definitely out of the question.<br />
"All right ladies.", I said to her. "The rain's stopped so out ya git!"<br />
"Give us a can for the walk home mate."<br />
'Fuck it!', I thought. 'I've had a lot of fun with her so why not.'<br />
"Not till ya get out of the car. Come round my side and I'll hand it out the window."<br />
<br />
Once they were both out, I handed her another XXXX.<br />
"Good on ya mate.", she said. "Did ya like mi tits?"<br />
"Yeah, they were fuckin' beauties!"<br />
"Maybe next time I'll give ya a root for free mate. You're a funny bloke!"<br />
With that said, she turned around and her and her mother walked off into the bush.<br />
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It was now 6 in the morning. I decided to bang on the roof of Jeffs' car.<br />
"C'mon ya bastard! Time to get up!", I said through the small open gap of his rear window.<br />
"What time is it for fucks sake?"<br />
"6 O'clock mate. Let's go find a Dago shop that's open for some breakfast. I'm so hungry I could eat the crotch out of Ghandis' loincloth!"<br />
<br />
Over breakfast, I related my evenings' entertainment to Jeff, who thought it was quite funny except for the fact that I wasted good XXXX beer on a couple of Ginns. After breakfast we walked around town for a while until the hotel bar was oen.<br /><br />
<br />
The afternoon found Darryl, miself and Jeff having a few beers at the shearers pub.<br />
"Get some beers", said Darryl. "It's my shout. I'm off for a leak. I'll be back shortly."<br />
When Darryl got back, he said,<br />
"Hey fellas' there's a country band setting up in that big back room. Maybe we should have a few beers in there."<br />
"Good idea Darryl. That's what we need, a bit of music! That'll liven the place up a bit.", I said.<br />
Once the band got going, we made our way to the music room, for a change of atmosphere.<br />
"Ya think the band's any good Yorky?", said Darryl.<br />
"Yeh, they're not bad mate for a bush band."<br />
"There must be about 50 people in here.", said Jeff who was standing a couple of feet away from the bar with a full middy in his hand.<br />
Just then, a group of of abbos pushed past Jeff and one of them knocked Jeffs' elbow which in turn spilled most of his middy on the floor.<br />
"Jeezus mate, why don't you ya watch where ya goin' ya bastard.", said Jeff.<br />
"Fuck you, ya white bastard!", said one of the abbos, who was quite a big bloke.<br />
"Fuck me, fuck you, ya black bastard!", said Jeff. "Ya spilled me fuckin' beer. Yah can buy me another one now!"<br />
"Fuck you, buy ya own grog Gubba!"<br />
"I take it ya lookin' for a smack in the mouth?", said Jeff, who was now pretty fuckin' cranky.<br />
"You're gonna do that are ya?", said the abbo.<br />
"Too fuckin' right mate.", said Jeff<br />
<br />
The big abbo walked towards Jeff and, without any warning, swung a big right which connected with the side of Jeff's face and sent him flying backwards over a couple of tables. As Jeff crashed to the floor, one of the tables landed on top of him.<br />
"Holy fuck'n' shit!", said Darry. "That was a mean fuck'n blow! I don't think Jeff's gettin' up on his feet after that!"<br />
"Fuck you!", said the big, buff-headed abbo as he turned to leave.<br />
Just then, the table moved and Jeff crawled out from under it. Once he was on his feet, he shook his head a couple of times and yelled out,<br />
"OYE! You big black fuckin' bung! Where the fuck d'ya think you're goin'? Ya fuckn' king hit me with ya best punch and I'm back up on mi feet! Let me tell ya, ya big black bastard, You're in big trouble now sport! You can't fuckin' hurt me!"<br />
<br />
The big abbo turned around to face Jeff and threw another punch at Jeffs' head. Jeff was all business now, with a big grin on his face.<br />
"Ya missed me with that one!", he said as he ducked and moved in towards the abbo.<br />
"BANG!" Jeffs' fist crashed into the abbbos' nose and cheek which sent the abbo arse over head, backwards into his mates who tried to catch him but failed.<br />
"C'mon ya fuckin' bastard!", yelled Jeff who was now up on his toes, dancing around like a full-on pro. "Git up ya bastard! There's plenty more where that came from!"<br />
Blood was now coming from the abbos' nose as he got up and headed for Jeff. Once he was in range, Jeff hit him in the guts with a hard left and a quick straight right that landed at the butt of his ear.<br />
The big abbo went flying sideways into a couple of chairs and ended up on his back.<br />
"C'mon ya black bastard!", yelled Jeff. "Git up on ya feet and I'll give ya another one! I'm only just warmin' up! I haven't got started yet!"<br />
<br />
The abbo tried to get up but it was obvious he was not going to make it.<br />
"C'mon, on ya feet!", said Jeff. "Yah fight like a fuckin' old Giin. Is that all you've got in ya?"<br />
Jeff turned to the abbos' mates and said,<br />
"Right! Which one of you fuckin' coons is next? I can do this all fuckin' day! I thought you black bastards could fight! Tell ya what I'll do. I'll take the three of ya on!"<br />
None of the abbos said a word so Jeff said,<br />
"What, no takers? Then pick up ya bung mate and get the fuck out a' here while I'm still in a good mood!"<br />
The abbos got their big mate up on his feet and headed for the door.<br />
<br />
There was now a big group of local white fellas stood around Jeff congratulating him on his victory and offering to buy him a few middies.<br />
<br />
An abbo girl walked up to me and said,<br />
"Hey Gubba, you need to thank me."<br />
"For what"<br />
"One of those Ginns with those blokes was going to hit ya over the head from behind with a metal chair but I stopped her."<br />
"Yah did?"<br />
"Sure did. Ask mi mate."<br />
"No worries love, I believe ya anyway. Thank you. Can I buy ya' a beer?"<br />
"Nah, maybe next time."<br />
"Well thanks again."<br />
"No worries mate."<br />
"So, why did'ya help me out?"<br />
"Mi cousin said ya were a good bloke."<br />
"Who's ya cousin?"<br />
"Thelma."<br />
"I don't know anyone called Thelma."<br />
"Yeah ya do mate. Ya had a beer with her and her mother, last night in the front a' ya car."<br />
"Right, that's Thelma eh?"<br />
"Yeah, she likes ya."<br />
"Yeah? Sure ya don't wanna' beer."<br />
"Nah mate, see ya around."<br />
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It was a Sunday afternoon and Jeff and miself were following the tradition of out'a-work shearers..drinking grog.<br />
"I'm gettin' sick of this hotel Yorky.", said Jeff. "I reckon we should do a tour of the other bars in Charleville just for change. We'll see how the other half live."<br />
"Sounds good to me mate. Let's go."<br />
After we'd toured most of the bars, Jeff said to me,<br />
"Fuck this for a lark mate. I'm gonna' take off, I'm pretty full."<br />
"Where ya goin' mate?"<br />
"I thought I might get a bit of shut-eye in the back of mi car."<br />
"No worries mate, I'm gonna' hang out here for a while longer. I don't feel like layin' down down in mi station wagon at the moment. It's too fuckin' humid today."<br />
"Yeah, I know what ya mean but for some reason I feel knackered. I'll catch ya later."<br />
"No worries mate. I'll give ya a knock on the roof a' ya car."<br />
"Sounds good to me mate.", I said.<br />
<br />
Once Jeff had gone, I sat at the bar on mi own, finishing off a middy. Now for some strange reason, which was totally out of character for me, I ordered a shot of whiskey. As I sat there sippin' on it, I was contemplating how people could drink this stuff. I'd seen many a shearer graduate to the top-shelf towards the end of the evening so I decided to make an experiment.<br />
"Yah want another shot?", said the barman.<br />
"Yeah, why not mate. Make it a double."<br />
"No worries mate."<br />
As I sat there on mi own, mindin' mi own business, three young blokes who had been sat at the end of the bar knocking it back, started to take an interest in me, and not a good interest at all. One of them said,<br />
"What are you fucking looking at mate?"<br />
"Nothing sport. I wasn't lookin' at ya'."<br />
"Yes, you were.", said one of his mates.<br />
I decided to to answer and just kept looking straight ahead,<br />
"Smart bastard eh!", said the third bloke.<br />
"What's the matter?", said the first bloke, "Ya got no guts?"<br />
"Listen mate.", I said. "I came in here for a quiet drink. I'm not lookin' for any trouble."<br />
"Well, you've got got trouble mate. I don't fuckin' like you. Ya seem like a smart bastard to me!"<br />
Again, I decided not to answer.<br />
"I reckon I could knock you arse over head any day mate!"<br />
That was it! It was obvious these local yobos were not going to leave me alone so I turned and said to the bloke,<br />
"Why don't you go and fuck ya hand ya loud-mouthed bastard!"<br />
This little one-liner of mine made his face twist and contract quite a bit and his blustering reply was,<br />
"Come outside mate and I'll knock ya arse over head!"<br />
'Fuck you ya fuckin' ugly inbred. I could knock you and ya pufta' mates arse over, no problem!"<br />
"Yeah? I'd like to see that!", said one of his mates. "I think you're a gutless bastard who's all talk and no action!"<br />
There was no other options left so I downed the double whiskey in one gulp and said,<br />
"No worries mate, let's do it. I'm not afraid of you fuckin' retards!"<br />
<br />
Had I not have been drinking whiskey I may have considered ignoring their insults and left the bar but it was much too late for that now! Soon as we got outside on the pavement, one of them rushed me and tried to knock me over. As luck had it, I side-stepped him and let go a big right which caught him fair and square on the cheek bone. He stumbled and hit the pavement. Before I knew it his two mates jumped me from behind and started punching and kicking me. I was now on the pavement miself and the situation was not looking good.<br />
Just when I'd resigned miself to the fact that I was going to get beaten up pretty bad, I caught a glimpse of a big rough-looking bloke in a singlet and stubbies rushing towards us.<br />
'Jeezus Christ, not another one!', I thought. 'Now I'm really fucked!'<br />
Just when I thought all was lost he yelled out,<br />
"Get off him you mongrel-bred bastards!"<br />
The next minute, he punched one of the yobos in the face and sent him sprawlin' onto the road. The third bloke, who had let fly a couple of kicks at me, jumped back out of the big blokes way. By this time I was struggling to mi feet.<br />
"You alright mate?", said the stranger.<br />
"Yeah, I think so mate."<br />
"Then let's take these three mongrel bastards on and knock the piss out of 'em."<br />
"No worries mate. Good on ya!"<br />
By this time the three yobos were all up on their feet.<br />
"Right you gutless bastards! Let's get this fight on the road now that the odds have been evened up a bit! Me and this bloke against you fucking cowards. Are you ready sport?", said the big bloke.<br />
"Too fuckin' right mate. Let's go!", I replied.<br />
Whoa, whoa, whoa!", said one of the yobos. "We don't have any problems with you mate!"<br />
"Ya fuckin' do now sport! You've got a bigger problem on ya hands than you can take care of!"<br />
"Let's call it a night.", said one of the yobos.<br />
"No fuckin way, ya gutless cunt! I'm raring to fuckin' go! Well, come on! You were pretty brave before I showed up. What's the matter fellas? Three strappin' young blokes like ya selves against me and this bloke?"<br />
"Nah mate, we're not lookin' for trouble with you."<br />
"I thought so.", said the big bloke. "No fuckin' guts! So here's the deal, fuck off home to ya mothers before I stoush all three of ya miself! Go on! Fuck off before I change mi mind!"<br />
<br />
What a sight to see! All three of them turned and took off up the street, on the double. Once the yobos were well and truly on their way with their tails between their legs, the stranger turned and said,<br />
"How are ya cobber? Ya look a bit worse for wear."<br />
"Nah, I'm alright mate. I think the whiskey deadened the pain."<br />
"Bruce is the name mate."<br />
"Yorky,", I said as we shook hands.<br />
"What the fuck were ya thinkin' takin' on those three mongrel-bred bastards on ya own?"<br />
"They were disrespectin' me and it was obvious they weren't gonna' stop so I thought 'fuck it'. At least I'll get a couple of good hits in before I go down."<br />
"Well, I don't blame ya mate. Chances are I'd have done the same thing miself."<br />
"Thanks again Bruce for backin' me up."<br />
"No worries Yorky. It was a pleasure mate. I just couldn't stand by and watch that happening. Anyway, I've gotta' get goin'. The missus will be wonderin' where I got too."<br />
We shook hands again and I watched Bruce walk off up the street and out of sight.<br />
As I stood there straightenin' mi shirt and wiping the blood off mi nose I thought to miself,<br />
'If there's such a thing as Angels then I've just met one!'<br />
<br />
On the walk back to where I'd parked mi car, I was thinking about the nights' activity. A voice inside said to me,<br />
"What's the lesson?"<br />
"Never drink so much that I can't defend myself.", I said. "And no more fuckin' whiskey."<br />
"Right!", said the voice. "A lesson learned the hard way."<br />
<br />
The next day, over a beer, I told Jeff about what had happened after he'd gone for a sleep.<br />
"Jeezus Yorky! Sorry to hear that mate. How's ya nose? It looks a bit swollen."<br />
"It is and it's a bit fuckin' tender, truth be known."<br />
"Why don't we go look for the bastards Yorky? Darryl's up in his room as far as I know. Three against three mate! I could do with a bit of activity! I'm gettin' bored shitless hangin' around the bar drinkin' and not workin''.<br />
"Nah, forget about it mate. It's not worth it."<br />
"Well, if ya change ya mind mate let me know, It'll be a bit a' fun."<br />
<br />
A few days later Jeff had taken his car to the garage to have some minor work done on it. I decided to wait for him in the bar room instead of hangin' around a garage. I was rollin' a smoke and nursin' a middy when I noticed one of the yobos walk in and order a beer. Sittin' there, watchin' him, I thought to miself,<br />
'Fuck this for a joke. I'm not gonna' let that bastard get away with this.'<br />
Soon as he'd finished his beer, I walked over to where he was sittin' and said,<br />
"Remember me mate?<br />
"What do you fuckin' want?<br />
"You and me sport. One on one, outside now!"<br />
"I don't have time now mate. I've gotta' meet mi girlfriend."<br />
"You come outside now mate or I'll knock ya off the stool!"<br />
"Yeah? Then you'll get barred."<br />
"No worries there mate. I'm not a local and besides I'll be leaving Charleville in a couple of days."<br />
After taunting him for a short while, the yobo agreed to a one on one fight. Soon as we were outside, I gave him no warning at all. I punched him in the face as hard as I could. He went down like the sack of shit that he was. He landed in the gutter with his head resting on an iron drain cover. I wasn't going to give him time to get up, even though he didn't look like he could. Then I jumped on top of him and grabbed his throat with my left hand and raised my right fist, ready to pound his face.<br />
"Stop! Stop!", said the Yobo.<br />
"Why should I? You didn't give a flyin' fuck about me when there was three of ya?"<br />
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I had to join in with the others or they would have seen me as weak and gutless. His eyes were watery and showed a lot of fear.<br />
My mind said, 'Beat the crap out of him!' (which I would have loved to do). Instead my heart and compassion said, 'Let him go.'<br />
Begrudgingly, I said to the yobo,<br />
"I could punch your fuckin' head head through that grate mate if I wanted to."<br />
"I know mate. I'm really sorry about gangin' up on you."<br />
"So, if I let ya up, what're ya gonna' do?<br />
"Nothin' mate. I'll just leave!"<br />
"Alright, no worries then."<br />
I climbed off of his chest and as I did, I said to him,<br />
"Next time ya see ya gutless faggot mates, tell 'em if they want a fair dinkum stand up fist fight , come to this hotel. I've got quite a few shearing mates here who love a good stoush."<br />
"Yeah, right-o mate, good on ya."<br />
That was the last time I saw him.<br />
<br />
When I told Jeff and Darryl what happened, Jeff said,<br />
"Jeezus Yorky, ya too fuckin' good-hearted mate. I'd have bashed the bastards' skull in.",Darryl said. "Well I'm glad it was you who got the only punch of the fight in Yorky."<br />
"It's my round.", said Jeff. "Drink up! The weather's starting to clear up now so it won't be long before we're hangin' off the end of the down-tube again."<br />
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Once the weather had dried up and the sheep were dry enough to be shorn, the contractor sent Jeff, miself and a full team to a station called Wonbin which was not too far from a place called Quilpy.<br />
<br />
After a month of workin' our guts out in some scungy, fuckin' merinos', Jeff said,<br />
"That's it for me Yorky mate. Soon as we're paid off I'm gonna' spend a couple of days at the Quilpy Hotel and then I'm headed off back down South to mi old mans' property."<br />
"How come mate?"<br />
"I got a telegram from mi mother sayin' mi dad's had a heart attack and she needs me to help her run the place."<br />
"Jeezus, sorry to hear that Jeff. Is he still alive?"<br />
"Yeah, but he's gonna' be bed-ridden for quite a while. Anyway, I suppose it will give us both a chance to patch things up. He probably won't be as mean and stubborn now, after a heart attack."<br />
<br />
A couple of days on the grog at the hotel in Quilpy and Jeff was ready to go home.<br />
"So where you off to Yorky?"<br />
"I'm headin' to Guyra, New South. Darryl usually shears around Guyra anytime from August onwards. So I'll catch up with him then."<br />
"Well, mi car's all packed up and I've got plenty of grog on board. I'm gonna head off Yorky."<br />
"Ya want one for the road?"<br />
"Better not mate. There's a lot of pigs and roos on the road of a night and I don't wanna' end up half-pissed and smash up mi car on one of those bastards."<br />
"I'll come out and see ya off Jeff."<br />
"Yeah, no worries mate. Well Yorky mate, this is it mate.", said Jeff as he extended his hand. "It's been a real fuckin pleasure travelin' and shearin' with ya mate. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, I wrote mi mothers' phone number and the address of our property on this bit a' paper. If ya ever get down to Vic, give us a ring mate."<br />
"I sure will Jeff and I'm real happy I met you mate. We've had an interesting time."<br />
<br />
Jeff started the motor of his Ford Sedan, slammed the creaky old door, stuck her in gear and pulled out from the curb. A couple of seconds later he yelled out the window,<br />
"It's your shout by the way! I'll catch up with ya next season."<br />
I waved and yelled back,<br />
"Huroo mate!"<br />
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The world means delusion.<br />
The World is not 'out there',<br />
The World is in the mind.<br />
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What caused the world to arise<br />
in you in the first place?<br />
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A 'person'<br />
is a limited way of seeing oneself.<br />
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A wise master puts an undisciplined dog on a short leash and teaches the dog discipline. The dogs discipline manifests as an ability to obey the masters' command. If the dog doesn't come back, on command, when it's let off the leash...the problem is the masters' not the dog. Sit a well-trained dog on the opposite side of the street to you and wait for the first car to appear and then command the dog to 'come'. A well-trained dog will not even see the car. It's eyes will be constantly on the master.<br />
Love is the master. Violence has no place in the equation.<br />
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The master<br />
gives meaning to the dogs' life.<br />
Love<br />
gives meaning to mans' life.<br />
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If you untie your children from your apron strings before they are fully trained, don't be surprised when they get into trouble.<br />
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When Mum's home all is well.<br />
When Mum's not home the children will express their unhappiness in an unpleasant fashion. There is no such thing as a home without a mother in it. A mother is a child's' first Guru and best friend. Buying shoes with Velcro ties, robs the mother of her duties. Who do you think taught you to tie your shoelaces? If you trip in life then you are not following your mothers' commands. Never has a child's' mother been replaced. There is no replacement for a mothers' love. A true mother will willingly die for you. What you make of yourself in life is your attempt at repaying your mother.<br />
A man who stays true to himself, (man is inclusive of woman) makes his mother proud. She will hold her head high and proclaim to the whole world, 'This is my son!' He is the son of God. He is Gods' gift to me. I have performed my duties and raised him well. He is now my gift to the world.<br />
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When the child is in pain,<br />
so is the Mother.<br />
When the Mother is in pain,<br />
so is the child.<br />
Everyone know when Mother is in pain.<br />
It is a Universal feeling.<br />
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When children cause problems in Society, why punish the child? Look to the mother.<br />
When a dog causes problems look to the master.<br />
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Sins are committed out of ignorance.<br />
Destroy ignorance and sin does not exist.<br />
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The next time you fill up your car at the gas-station, ask yourself this question; How many more mothers and children have to die in order that I may drive?<br />
How far will a car drive with a petrol tank full of blood?<br />
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Living in an oil-rich country may appear to be a blessing, at first sight. Look closer and you will find that it's a curse. At the end of the day the ones who consume the most will suffer the most. True humans do not consume. Parasites consume. (Parasites consume what they don't need. It is in their nature.) Allowing yourself to be labeled a 'consumer' is an insult. Societies suffers from the disease called 'consumption'. TB is on the rise and millions will die.<br />
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When is enough, enough?<br />
Greed does not recognize the word 'enough'.<br />
At any given moment, you are free to say 'NO! Enough is enough!'<br />
Ask a 2-year old child about the power of 'NO!'<br />
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In the Aboriginal society it is a known fact that whatever you take from the Earth puts you in debt to Her. To balance the books, the Earth demands blood.<br />
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To eradicate drug pushers from Society, law-enforcement will go after 'the pushers'.<br />
When a president of a country tells you that you are addicted to oil, tell him to go after the 'pushers' and that you will deal with the suffering of addiction. It's called 'withdrawal!'<br />
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Warfare is a sure sign of a societies impotence.<br />
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Penetration and withdrawal apply equally to war and sex. A potent man would not be able to attain an erection and commit the war-crime, rape, on the battlefield.<br />
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Once a society stands by and allows it's military to bomb domestic sites, such as water supplies, electricity supplies and food supplies, then know that we all live on a battlefield.<br />
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Do unto others as you would have them do unto us.<br />
It is the law of Nature.<br />
Break that law and suffer the consequences.<br />
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We claim we are involved in a righteous war, then do not kill civilians. There is nothing 'righteous' in the bombing of women and children. The words 'collateral damage', (when applied to the killing of women and children), translated means 'soft pornography.'<br />
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As a child at the dinner table, I once told my Father, "I don't like this." His reply was, "The trouble with you boy, is that you are too well-fed." He took the food off my plate and ate it. He then said, "In the first Wold War I was a soldier in the trenches for 3 years. I have seen men trying to eat their own shit and drink their own piss in order to stay alive! And you, turn your nose up at good food? You don't deserve it!"<br />
He taught me 'deserve comes before desire'.<br />
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Truth is spoken over the breath.<br />
Lies are muttered under the breath.<br />
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Neurotic eating habits and a troubled mind go hand-in-hand.<br />
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We may use the words 'physically challenged' or 'crippled'. The fact is, the man can not walk on his own. You may use the words, 'mentally challenged' or 'retarded'. The fact is , the man is dysfunctional. Political correctness can only be projected onto a society that doesn't feel good about its actions. A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.<br />
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Do not claim to be human and demonize another man to the point where you can kill him with a clear conscience and then claim, "It's alright, he's not human!"<br />
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When a designer handbag costs more money than a third-world family makes in 5 years then, surely, we are doomed.<br />
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In my world, one mans gain is every mans' gain.<br />
On Earth, one mans' gain is another mans' loss.<br />
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Is your mother less related to you than your sister? Is your Middle-Eastern brother less related to you than your third cousin who happens to have dark skin?<br />
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Each and every man is nourished in the womb. How can there be different wombs, if they all function the same? A child's' personality is formed in the womb and colored by the mothers' thoughts.<br />
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Show a dog love once and it will never forget. So it is with the Guru.<br />
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In the Western world we read from left to right. In the East they read from right to left. Take the word DOG. Start from left to right and see what you get. Then read from right to left and see what you end up with.<br />
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I am a 'God-dog.'<br />
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A dog cannot have 2 masters.<br />
It only causes confusion.<br />
Confusion does not a happy dog make.<br />
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Once one deals with blame<br />
where is the need for praise?<br />
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Everyone is equally responsible for everything and nothing.<br />
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Hypocrisy implies lack of good breeding.<br />
'Do as I say and not as I do' is hypocrisy.<br />
What great men do, lesser men follow.<br />
What hypocrites do, fools follow.<br />
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Whatever you need in life will come to you providing you have the courage to recognize it.<br />
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Massive famine will descend on America. What are you going to do then...eat each other, and when your belly is full, will you still claim to be human?<br />
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When you put out 'shock and awe', don't be surprised when it comes back to you.<br />
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When you elect a politician, he acts on your behalf.<br />
If you believe he's not speaking for you<br />
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Birth does not give you the right to claim that you are human.<br />
'By their actions shall ye know them.'<br />
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I have yet to see or hear of a man-made weapon that has not been used on one of our 'family members'. Once a war-weapon has been used against a family member, it will eventually turn against its creators.<br />
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Whatever is created does not want to die, (which includes Nuclear Weapons). They are no different than us. They live to fulfill their purpose, the same as we do.<br />
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How does a man control something that has more power than him? It will one day bite him in the ass.<br />
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Getting rid of guns does not eradicate killing.<br />
I seem to remember a boy once killed a man with a slingshot and a pebble!<br />
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Any fool can kill.<br />
Not any fool can Love.<br />
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The reason we are afraid and paranoid of another country dropping a Nuclear bomb on us is because <span style="font-style: italic;">we've already done it!</span><br />
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Mans' own actions create fear and paranoia.<br />
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Once you're out of tune,<br />
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It will not sound pleasant to the ear.<br />
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Installing weak people in power positions can only end in disaster, for all of us.<br />
Do not expect a feeble-minded man to negotiate.<br />
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Love and Peace are non-negotiable.<br />
They are states of being.<br />
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True Peace will manifest by its' own power,<br />
when man has had enough of war and killing.<br />
I ask again, "When is enough, enough?"<br />
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A man who doesn't know that he's had enough to eat, doesn't know when he's had enough of ANYTHING!<br />
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Another word for greed is 'overeating'.<br />
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The right amount of fuel makes a good fire.<br />
Excessive fuel puts it out.<br />
Sit too close to a fire and you will get burned.<br />
Sit too far away from the fire and you will freeze.<br />
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Be honest with yourself.<br />
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Love is fire.<br />
Fear is cold, hence, in certain situations, people 'freeze up'.<br />
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Love and the heart are inseparable.<br />
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Fear and the sphincter are inseparable, hence, a soldier on a battlefield was asked when he returned home, "What was it like?" His honest reply was, "I shit my trousers!" (literally)<br />
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Do not look to me for answers. The answers are in yourself.<br />
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<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">All forms of abuse stem from </b><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>ignorance</b></span></span><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> of ones' true nature. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">It's all a matter of degrees. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">On the physical side it's called violence. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">On the mental, emotional and feeling side it's called</b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">abuse. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Before one can answer that question one must ask </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">where this </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">violence comes from. This </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">so-called great country </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">of ours was </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">founded on violence. Violence was </b><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>committed</b></span></span><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">on convicts in the </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">transportation to Australia, (slave labor) </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and violence was institutionalized</b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">against the Original People </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">of this land and still is to this day! </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Our children are the closest to our earth, the foundation. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">you can expect </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">the violence and abuse to manifest </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">in them first. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Look at the UK, for example. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">When </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">mother is not at home, children are not happy. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Unhappy children grow up to be unhappy adults. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Unhappy </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">adults are more likely to </b><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>commit</b></span></span><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">abuse and violence, </b></i><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">men and women.</b></i><br />
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is a relationship survivable once abuse has become a part of it?</div>
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<b><i>It depends some people actually like it, </i></b><br />
<b><i>(</i></b><b><i>b</i></b><b><i>elieve it or not!) </i></b><br />
<b><i>As my mother </i></b><br />
<b><i>drummed into me</i></b><br />
<b><i>when I fought </i></b><br />
<b><i>and </i></b><br />
<b><i>argued </i></b><br />
<b><i>with my sisters, </i></b><br />
<b><i>"IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO!"</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Long term abuse and violence </i></b><br />
<b><i>in a relationship </i></b><br />
<b><i>comes about when both </i></b><b><i>parties </i></b><br />
<b><i>abuse themselves.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Why would anyone, in their right </i></b><br />
<b><i>mind, allow </i></b><br />
<b><i>another party to beat and abuse</i></b></div>
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<b><i>them if they didn't already </i></b><br />
<b><i>do it to themselves? </i></b><br />
<b><i>Why would a man or woman</i></b></div>
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">who loved themselves </b><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>unconditionally </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>be attracted to those kinds of </b></span></span></i><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>relationships</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>to start with.</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>I'll give you an example:<br />In the book I wrote, MY DANISH PASTRY, </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>why did I end up leaving Jonna? </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>She showed</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>me the error of my ways. </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>She was a master of </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>committing violence and abuse on herself.<br />I felt like a novice in her company, </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>which </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>led me to discover </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>that I didn't need to do what</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>I was doing to myself anymore. </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>Hence, </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>no more relationship.</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>All relationships are based </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>on the relationship </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>one has with themselves. </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>That's as good as it gets.</i></b></span></span><br />
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do you think domestic violence is punished harshly enough?<br />
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<b><i>I don't know the law well enough to </i></b><br />
<b><i>answer that question. </i></b><br />
<b><i>What I do know is, as a </i></b></div>
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<b><i>young man, I punished myself </i></b><br />
<b><i>mercilessly at time. </i></b><br />
<b><i>Most times, </i></b><br />
<b><i>I didn't know why. I only</i></b></div>
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">stopped when I ran out of </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">excuses for </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">not loving myself </b></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>unconditionally. What I will say</b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>about the law is that </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>it's rotten</b></span></span></i><i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b> and corrupt. </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>It needs to be applied equally. </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Here's a good example for you. </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>There have been three cases </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>I read of women cutting</b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>off a mans' penis. The outcome </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>was not a </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>very harsh punishment </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>which was metered </b></span></span></i><i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>out.</b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>I haven't heard of a man who sewed </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>up a vagina while </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>his wife was asleep. Maybe men</b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>value a vagina more than women </b></span></span></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>value a penis. (LOL)</b></span></span></i><br />
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you wrote this book from a male perspective, yet you were honest and unbiased </div>
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and gave readers a bird's eye view of a dv situation. </div><div style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Was that difficult for you to present </div>
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and put down on paper emotionally?</div>
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<b><i>The short answer, no. Once I was out </i></b><br />
<b><i>of the relationship </i></b><br />
<b><i>I set about destroying the </i></b><br />
<b><i>ignorance that created the relationship </i></b><br />
<b><i>in the first place. </i></b><br />
<b><i>There can never be enough </i></b><br />
<b><i>destruction of ignorance. </i></b><br />
<b><i>It is the greatest </i></b><br />
<b><i>plague on our planet!</i></b><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b>
<b><i>MY DANISH PASTRY (Not a cookbook) is a comedy</i></b><br /><b><i>and a tragedy. </i></b><br />
<b><i>Two young victims stuck on </i></b><br />
<b><i>the wheel of Karma </i></b><b><i>like </i></b><br />
<b><i>hamsters in a cage, </i></b><br />
<b><i>I grew up in an era where </i></b><br />
<b><i>the program </i></b><br />
<b><i>from the establishment </i></b><br />
<b><i>said, 'Big boys don't cry!'</i></b><br />
<b><i>I broke the mold. I cried </i></b><br />
<b><i>the relationship </i></b><br />
<b><i>out of my system 50 years ago. </i></b><br />
<b><i>That doesn't mean</i></b><br />
<b><i>I forgot about it. </i></b><br />
<b><i>I carried it with me </i></b><br />
<b><i>from that day </i></b><br />
<b><i>until MY DANISH PASTRY </i></b><br />
<b><i>was published.</i></b><br />
<b><i>It's all yours now people, </i></b><br />
<b><i>warts and all!</i></b><br />
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Looking back on the relationship you have written about, </div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;">did you see that there were warning </div>
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signs that you overlooked in </div><div style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">the hope of the relationship working? </div><div style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">if so, what were they.</div>
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<b><i>There were more warning signs </i></b><br />
<b><i>than flees on a dog</i></b><br />
<b><i> but I ignored them all. </i></b><br />
<b><i>The more </i></b><br />
<b><i>I </i></b><b><i>ignored them the </i></b><br />
<b><i>more they bred. </i></b><br />
<b><i>For example, </i></b><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">she got pregnant </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">after one roll </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">in the wool. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Was that a </b></i><br />
<i><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>testament</b></span></span><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> to </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">my virility</b></i></div>
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">or her stupidity </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">for stopping </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">taking her </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">birth-control pills right </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">after she met me.</b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">She spoke very little </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">english. What she did </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">speak was bad but I thought</b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">I could fix that. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">She was Very moody, </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">addicted to</b></i><br />
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<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">and far too many </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">warning signs to bore you with.</b></i><br />
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<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">So, why did I stay?</b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> The main reason was that </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">she was pregnant. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">In those days, I foolishly</b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">believed I could help her </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">attain </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">some happiness in life. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">I learned the </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">hard way, no one can </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">do anothers' </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">work for them. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Everyone is their own </b></i><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>responsibility</i></b></span></span><i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">. </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Jonna told me many times </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">that she would die </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">very young. At around 35 </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">she was a prostitute </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">living in Denmark.</b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> She ended up </b></i><br />
<i><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">being strangled to</b></i><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>death on her bathroom floor. </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>When I first heard about it, </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>I realized she had</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>what I've heard people </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>call a 'death wish'. </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>In the time we </i></b></span></span><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>spent together </i></b><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>I can remember and </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>have written about </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>all the times when </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>she prodded and goaded me. </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>Many's the time </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>I thought, </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>'</i></b></span></span><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>Why don't I just</i></b><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>choke this bitch to death and </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>put her </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>out of her misery!' </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>But for the Grace of God </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>there goes I! </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>Her current </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>boyfriend at the time </i></b></span></span><b style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>fulfilled her wish.</i></b><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span>
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>Sabatoge, now there's a</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>beauty for you. </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>When is that ever </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>spoken about?</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>People can do some </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>real good damage </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>to themselves and </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>others with </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>that abusive tool. </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>I have </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>worked with people </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>who relied on tha</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>t little gem for </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>years. My mother tried to</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>sabatoge my father </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>for years by constantly </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>nagging him to be </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>something he wasn't. </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>I learned it from </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>her and used it</i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>on myself, as a </i></b></span></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>young man. </i></b></span></span><br /><span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><br /></b></span></i></span>
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">So, </b><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>sabotaging</b></span><b style="font-size: 13px;"> oneself </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">implies abuse. </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">I am not worthy and </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b>lovable</b></span><b style="font-size: 13px;"> enough. </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">I don't deserve love!</b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><b><i>Sabotaging</i></b></span><i><b style="font-size: 13px;"> another implies </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">fear and control, </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">another form of </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">abuse...and on </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">and on it goes.</b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">Loving oneself </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">is the only way to end </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">the cycle of abuse!</b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">Every night, before you take rest, </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">remind yourself;</b></i></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">I LOVE MYSELF IN </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">SPITE OF EVERYTHING</b></i></span></div>
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">NOT BECAUSE OF </b></i></span><br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #1d2228;"><i><b style="font-size: 13px;">EVERYTHING</b></i></span></div>
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In this ever-changing world </div><div style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">domestic violence seems </div><div style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">to be on the increase, </div><div style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">do you have any </div>
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thoughts about it? </div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;">what you felt from your experience?<br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;"><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;">
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<b><i>I do not live in a world of </i></b><br />
<b><i>domestic violence</i></b></div>
<b><i>but I can tell you this from </i></b><br />
<b><i>what I read and see on</i></b><br />
<b><i>the media</i></b><b><i>. </i></b><br />
<b><i>All forms of violence </i></b><br />
<b><i>and abuse</i></b><br />
<b><i> are on the rise not to </i></b><br />
<b><i>mention </i></b><br />
<b><i>rot, corruption and greed. </i></b><br />
<b><i>It surrounds us every day </i></b><br />
<b><i>and it won't stop until </i></b><br />
<b><i>we do something about it. </i></b><br />
<b><i>When things get </i></b><br />
<b><i>bad enough </i></b><br />
<b><i>right action will follow. </i></b><br />
<b><i>My question is, how bad </i></b><br />
<b><i>does it have to get?</i></b><br />
<b><i>The governments </i></b><br />
<b><i>are reflections </i></b><br />
<b><i>of the people </i></b><br />
<b><i>and vis-versa. </i></b><br />
<b><i>If you're waiting </i></b><br />
<b><i>for the status </i></b><br />
<b><i>quo </i></b><b><i>to change </i></b><br />
<b><i>things by law, </i></b><br />
<b><i>you'll be </i></b><br />
<b><i>waiting a long time. </i></b><br />
<b><i>Start with yourself first. </i></b><br />
<b><i>At least you won't </i></b><br />
<b><i>be adding to it.</i></b><br /><br />
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Knowing what you know now, to what you knew then, </div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;">where do you think society needs to </div>
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start for people to learn how not to abuse?</div>
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<b><i>Education, Education, Education!</i></b></div>
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<b><i>It's very simple really. </i></b><br />
<b><i>Be like a small child,</i></b></div>
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<b><i>before it's programmed.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Don't abuse yourself </i></b></div>
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<b><i>and you won't abuse</i></b></div>
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<b><i>others. </i></b><br />
<b><i>Treat people like you </i></b><br />
<b><i>would like to be </i></b></div>
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<b><i>treated. It works. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>That's all you can do.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Some people </i></b><br />
<b><i>love being </i></b><br />
<b><i>abused so they always </i></b></div>
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<b><i>look for someone </i></b></div>
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<b><i>to abuse them. </i></b><br />
<b><i>If you have </i></b><br />
<b><i>someone in your life</i></b></div>
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<b><i>who is like that, dump them </i></b><br />
<b><i>immediately! No matter</i></b></div>
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<b><i>who they are. </i></b><br />
<b><i>They can only bring you down.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>As a young man, I expected </i></b><br />
<b><i>Jonna to fulfill all my </i></b></div>
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<b><i>fantasies and </i></b></div>
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<b><i>dreams and make </i></b></div>
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<b><i>it all better. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>She wanted </i></b><br />
<b><i>the same. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>We both failed </i></b><br />
<b><i>miserably! </i></b></div>
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<b><i>No one can do </i></b><br />
<b><i>for you what </i></b><br />
<b><i>you won't do </i></b><br />
<b><i>for yourself.</i></b></div>
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What do you hope readers </div><div style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">will take away from this book?</div>
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<b><i>First up, let me say, </i></b><br />
<b><i>I don't live in a </i></b><br />
<b><i>world of hope. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>Those who live in </i></b><br />
<b><i>hope, die in hope.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Let's use the word TRUST </i></b><br />
<b><i>instead. I trust in my heart </i></b></div>
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<b><i>that whoever reads </i></b></div>
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<b><i>MY DANISH PASTRY </i></b><br />
<b><i>from beginning to </i></b><br />
<b><i>end will be </i></b></div>
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<b><i>transformed by the </i></b><br />
<b><i>brutal honesty</i></b></div>
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<b><i>and unconditioned love that wrote it. </i></b><br />
<b><i>I want for you </i></b></div>
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<b><i>what I attained </i></b><br />
<b><i>in life for myself. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>I had to live it for </i></b><br />
<b><i>four years and </i></b><br />
<b><i>it transformed my life. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>All you have to do is read it</i></b></div>
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<b><i>in what will take a few hours. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>Base your actions </i></b><br />
<b><i>in love and </i></b><br />
<b><i>you can't go wrong. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>In those days, </i></b><br />
<b><i>I based my actions </i></b><br />
<b><i>on lack and fear.</i></b></div>
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<b><i> It was doomed before it started!</i></b></div>
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What are your thoughts regarding the </div><div style="color: #1d2228; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">emotional impact of the book?</div>
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<b><i>Feelings, feelings, feelings! </i></b><br />
<b><i>Those who can't feel </i></b></div>
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<b><i>are walking dead. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>Anything that is alive, </i></b></div>
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<b><i>on this planet, </i></b><br />
<b><i>has feelings. </i></b><br />
<b><i>Feelings are the </i></b></div>
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<b><i>tentacles of the heart. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>They are similar</i></b></div>
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<b><i>to muscles, from </i></b><br />
<b><i>the standpoint, </i></b><br />
<b><i>'use them or lose them'. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>First, learn to feel </i></b><br />
<b><i>for yourself,</i></b></div>
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<b><i>then it will radiate out and </i></b><br />
<b><i>affect everyone.</i></b><br />
<b><i>Once you can feel </i></b></div>
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<b><i>the pain and suffering </i></b></div>
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<b><i>of the world then </i></b><br />
<b><i>you'll realize </i></b><br />
<b><i>your heart has </i></b></div>
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<b><i>manifested </i></b><br />
<b><i>its full potential.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Compassion is all!</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Limitation causes </i></b><br />
<b><i>pain and ignorance </i></b><br />
<b><i>causes suffering. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>You may have to put up with</i></b></div>
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<b><i>some pain but you are not </i></b><br />
<b><i>compelled to suffer!</i></b></div>
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this book for people who are and or </div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 400;">have been in an abusive relationship?<br />
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<b><i>For those of you who are </i></b><br />
<b><i>in an abusive and </i></b><br />
<b><i>violent relationship, read </i></b><br />
<b><i>MY DANISH PASTRY </i></b><br /><b><i>(Not a cookbook!) LOL </i></b><br />
<b><i>Next, ask yourself </i></b><br />
<b><i>the most dangerous</i></b><br />
<b><i> question you've ever asked,</i></b><br />
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<b><i>WHAT AM I NOT AWARE OF</i></b><br />
<b><i>THAT I NEED TO BE AWARE OF?</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Don't ask if you are </i></b><br />
<b><i>not serious otherwise </i></b><br />
<b><i>you won't like the answer. </i></b><br />
<b><i>For those who have moved</i></b><br />
<b><i> on from an </i></b><br />
<b><i>abusive relationship, </i></b><br />
<b><i>my heart is happy</i></b><br />
<b><i>for you. </i></b><br />
<b><i>You have educated yourself as </i></b><br />
<b><i>I did, as a young man.</i></b><br />
<b><i>I don't need to do that again!</i></b><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-39098090480918868032019-01-10T12:04:00.002-08:002022-03-23T06:23:35.280-07:00SHEARING AT STONEHENGE AND MORE WITH BILLY KINGHORN ~ 3"Hey Yorky, are those Merinos hard to shear? I've never shorn any.", asked Steve.<br />
"It depends how many wrinkles are on 'em. Some of 'em, I'm flat out shearing 110 in a day."<br />
"Jesus mate, I probably would be able to shear 50 a day in 'em."<br />
"Ya gotta' get used to 'em first mate. It's a different style of shearing."<br />
Just then, Bill walked in the Lounge and said with a big smile,<br />
"Yorky mate, did you get my missus drunk tonight?"<br />
"No fucking way mate. She didn't need any help, she did it all on her own. We just bought the drinks for her. Is she alright?"<br />
"Yeah, she flaked out on the couch. She couldn't make it upstairs."<br />
"Are ya upset mate?"<br />
"No fucking way Yorky. She was too drunk to nag at me. That's a good thing."<br />
"Ya want a drink Bill?"<br />
"Yeah, a lager and a whiskey chaser but I'm buying Yorky. I'm gonna' have a peaceful night tonight thanks to you. How much do I owe you for Shirleys' drinks?"<br />
"Get fucked Billy!"<br />
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The following week, Bill got himself a new wool roller. His name was Bruce and he came from Brisbane. He never had much to do with shearing sheds in his life. He was what we called a city bloke.<br />
In Australia, Once the fleece is off the sheeps' back, it gets thrown onto the table and then 'skirted' to remove any 'dags'. It's then put in a bin, ready for the presser to press it into a large bale. In England, all they do is roll the fleece up and put it into a big hessian sack.<br />
Bill showed Bruce how to roll up the fleeces and how to tie them. Along with rolling fleeces, Bruce also had to drag the sheep out of a pen, onto the shearing stand which was, admittedly, not the easiest job.<br />
It didn't take long for me to realize that Bruce was a lazy bastard and a bit of a con man. On this particular day, we were shearing on the Salsbury Plain in Wiltshire. Billy had told Bruce to drag sheep for me that day. I made sure that I kept him working flat out.<br />
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In those days, I could shear most English sheep in under a minute. Bruce had a hard time keeping up with me. The field we were shearing in had a huge monument in it called STONEHENGE. At smoke time, myself and mi shearing mates sat in the Stonehenge circle with out backs to some of the stones, drinking a beer and eating our sandwiches that Shirley had made for us.<br />
It wasn't until years later that I heard that Stonehenge was, supposedly, a mystical place that the Druids used for their ceremonies. As I sat there, eating mi smoko, Bruce came up to me and said,<br />
"Hey Yorky, you've gotta' slow down mate. I'm fucked! I can't keep this up all day."<br />
"So why don't ya fucking quit mate? Ya don't tell a shearer to slow down. That's how I know ya bull-shitted Kinghorn when ya said ya worked in the sheds in Queensland."<br />
"Well I did work in my Uncles' shed for a couple of hours, one time."<br />
"Hey Bruce, I shore at quite a few sheds in Queensland so I know what I'm talking about mate. You wouldn't last two fucking minutes in a shed out back a' Quilpy. Those fucking shearers out there would eat ya for fucking dinner!"<br />
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After smoko, we had our heads down and our arses up, going flat out as we had a lot of sheep to get through that day as Bill didn't want to come back next day just for a couple of sheep. Bruce was slacking off, standing around laughing and joking with some of the local women that Bill employed every year to roll wool.<br />
When my hand-piece wasn't cutting wool, I wasn't making money. I said to Bill,<br />
"Ya gotta' give me another bloke to drag sheep for me. That Bruce is is a lazy fuckin' bastard. He wouldn't work in an iron-fuckin'-lung! Why did ya give the bastard a job anyway?"<br />
"It's hard to find wool-rollers at this time of year Yorky. He assured me he'd been in the sheds before."<br />
"Yeah well, he's a bull-shit artist mate. Give him to Warren, he's the slowest shearer. He might be able to keep up with him."<br />
"Alright Yorky mate, I'll get ya a better man to drag 'em out for ya."<br />
"Oh and by the way Bill, I'd keep a good eye on the bastard if he's camping out at your place or he'll be after ya missus."<br />
"Ya think so mate?"<br />
"No mate, I know so. Every time I look up, he's bull-shittin' those local women."<br />
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That evening we all decided to drink at the Manor as Steve said he had noticed the same cop car parked at the end of Bills' driveway with their lights out. They were obviously still pissed off that I'd got away from them.<br />
Towards the end of the evening, Steve walked back across the road to Bills' place to get some more money as he had run out. When he got back to the bar he said to me, in an excited voice,<br />
"Yorky mate, you're not gonna' believe what I just saw!"<br />
"What are ya on about mate?"<br />
"Bruce, Yorky. Him and Shirley are drinking in the front room. They're sat on the couch, real close, laughing and joking together. I think he's trying to get a root out of her. Ya think we should tell Bill?"<br />
"No mate. It's none of our business what she does. She's a grown woman. I can tell ya from experience mate, never stick ya nose into a situation like that or you'll end up getting covered in shit ya self."<br />
It was only a short time later that Billy walked up to me at the bar, with panic in his voice and said,<br />
"Yorky mate, come outside with me will ya? You're not gonna' believe this!"<br />
"What's the matter Billy? Have ya seen a ghost of something?"<br />
"No, it's much worse than that."<br />
Once we were outside he said,<br />
"Let's walk down this way a bit so we can't be seen."<br />
"Where are we going mate? Who are we hiding from?"<br />
"I'll show ya."<br />
We walked across the road to the wall at the end of Bills' house as he said,<br />
"Don't make a sound!"<br />
"Alright mate, but what's going on?"<br />
We snuck up the side of the wall until we got to the window of the lounge room. Billy peeped in the side of the window and then said to me,<br />
"Take a look mate."<br />
"All right mate, move outa' the way so I can see."<br />
Being careful not to be seen, I looked in the window. There was Bruce and Shirley laid out on the couch, kissing each other. Bruce had his hand up Shirleys' skirt.<br />
"Fucking hell Bill! The bastards trying to shag ya missus. How did ya find out without being seen?"<br />
"I was thinking about what ya said today about not trusting the fucker so I dropped the girlfriend off early tonight and instead of going into the house, I snuck around to the front here just to see what Shirley was doing. What d'ya think I should do Yorky?"<br />
"Well if I was you mate, I'd sneak into the house and catch 'em in the act. I'm off back into the Manor."<br />
Once I was back at the bar, Steve said to me,<br />
"What's going on Yorky? Bill looked real worried. Did he get caught drinking and driving?"<br />
"No mate, he just caught Bruce on the couch with his hand up Shirleys skirt."<br />
"Ya fucking kidding me mate."<br />
"I kid you not Steve."<br />
"So what's Billy doing? Is he pissed?"<br />
"I don't know mate. I didn't want to get involved so I left him to it."<br />
"Jesus Christ, I knew they were up to something when I went back to the house to get mi money."<br />
Half an hour later, Bruce walked up to the bar with a half-smile smirk on his face and ordered a pint.<br />
"What are you fucking smiling at Bruce?", I asked.<br />
"Bill just caught me trying to root Shirley."<br />
"So you think that's something to smile about mate?"<br />
"Yeah it was funny. Ya won't think it's funny if he knocks ya arse over head mate."<br />
"He's not gonna' do that or he'd have already done it. He just told me to get out a' the house and then he started yelling at Shirley."<br />
"Yeah, well ya know what Bruce, fuck off and drink somewhere else mate. Bill's our mate and we don't like bastards like you."<br />
"Yeah, go drink in the other room Bruce or I might job ya miself.", said Warren<br />
A short time later, Billy walked back into the bar.<br />
"Ya wanna' beer Bill?", asked Sarah.<br />
Yeah, a pint of lager and a whisky chaser."<br />
Once Sarah had put the drinks on the bar, Bill said to me,<br />
"Can I talk to ya in private Yorky?"<br />
"Sure mate. Let's go sit at one of those tables."<br />
Bill downed half of the lager in a couple of gulps and then said,<br />
"I'm fucking stunned Yorky! I can't believe Shirley would fuck around on me like that, especially with that fucking loser, Bruce."<br />
"What can I tell ya mate, shit happens."<br />
"Yeah, but we've been married for 10 years mate. How can I ever trust the bitch again?"<br />
"Have ya ever heard if 'what goes around' Bill?"<br />
"Course I have but this is different! It's Shirley, mi missus!"<br />
"Hey Billy, I love ya and all that and I feel for ya mate but haven't ya been shagging that girlfriend of yours for months?", I said.<br />
"What's that gotta' do with anything? I'm a bloke.That's what we do."<br />
"Maybe Shirley thinks what's good for the goose is good for the gander?"<br />
"Not in my fucking house Yorky. She's the mother of mi kids!"<br />
"Then, I don't know what to tell ya Bill. What about Bruce? Why didn't ya knock that slimy bastard arse over?"<br />
"I can't really do that Yorky, I'm short of wool rollers. If I do that and he quits on me, I'll be in the shit."<br />
"Well if ya gonna keep the bastard on the payroll the least ya can do is make him sleep outside in one of the caravans when we're local shearing and don't let him in the house for breakfast. Feed him outside with the fucking dogs."<br />
"What a good idea Yorky."<br />
"I think so mate. Go over to where he's sitting and tell him the good news. That'll wipe the smile off his face."<br />
Billy finished his pint, downed his whiskey chaser in one hit and said,<br />
"I can't stand women who cheat on me!"<br />
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Wargret Manor was only 15 yards way from Kinghorns' back door. Myself and my 2 Kiwi shearing mates, Steve and Warren had no legitimate complaints, apart from the prices. I really enjoyed spending my evenings there as the customers were 'Up-scale Drunks'.<br />
One evening, Sarah the owner, said to me,<br />
"Yorky, Kinghorn told me you're pretty good on the guitar, is that right?"<br />
"I'm not bad Sarah. Why? What do you have in mind, a party?"<br />
"Well, sort of. I've got a group of older ladies in our big room. It's their annual diner and I thought you might consider entertaining them for half an hour or so."<br />
"Yeah Sarah, no worries love. that could be good fun."<br />
"I should warn you first Yorky, the youngest one's about 70. They're a pretty raunchy crowd."<br />
"That won't worry me. I've been known to get a bit raunchy miself at times."<br />
"Give me another pint of lager and a couple for mi mates and I'll head across to Bills' place and get the guitar."<br />
'This is gonna' be a good night.', I thought as I headed over to Bills' place. This will put me in good with Sarah. Who knows, there may be a bit of a root in it for me at the end of the evening. She seems to like me quite a bit.<br />
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"Yorky, What are you doing back so early?", asked Shirley as I walked into the house.<br />
"I just came to get the guitar. They're having a bit of a party at the Manor. Why don't you come across for a while and have a drink? It'll do you good."<br />
"I'd like to Yorky but I don't have a baby sitter for Alister."<br />
"Is he asleep?"<br />
"Yeah, for now."<br />
"Well, you can pop back every half hour and check on him."<br />
"You know what Yorky, I might just do that. Is Billy over there?"<br />
"No love, he took off somewhere. He said he'd be back soon."<br />
"Yeah, like 'early in the morning' soon."<br />
Guitar in hand, I headed out the door and said,<br />
"See ya over there Shirl."<br />
"I gotta' get dressed first. I'll be there in half an hour."<br />
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Back in Wargret Manor, my pint of lager was waiting for me on the bar.<br />
"Hey Yorky mate.", said Steve. "Are we having a party?"<br />
"It sure looks like it Steve-O."<br />
"That's great. It'll remind me of all the wild Maori parties back home in Kiwi land."<br />
"Yeah, I know what ya mean. I've been to a lot of 'em miself. I never met a Maori yet who couldn't sing and play a guitar. I liked it best when they sang their cultural songs in Maori."<br />
"Me too Yorky."<br />
"Ya know, I spent a Xmas in the North Island with an old shearing mate of mine called Boy Peck. It was one of the best times I've ever had. They put down this massive Hungi and had 10 kegs of beer. The party lasted for seven fucking days. No one went home, they just crashed wherever they could and when they woke up they just carried on partying."<br />
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"Have you got the guitar Yorky?", asked Sarah as she came back in the lounge bar.<br />
"I sure have. It's tuned up and ready to go."<br />
"I'll just get this couple their drinks and then we'll go into the other room and I'll introduce you to Warehams' Senior Ladies Club."<br />
Once we were in the dining room, Sarah hit the side of a beer glass with a spoon and said,<br />
"Ladies, Ladies, quiet please. It gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Yorky. He's from Australia and he's very kindly agreed to entertain you with his guitar, so let's give him a Wargret Manor welcome with some clapping."<br />
"It's all yours Yorky.", said Sarah as she put the empty beer glass and spoon on the table.<br />
Now, I gotta' tell ya, this group of around 30 ladies were not your ordinary conservative elderly old ladies. Every single one of them were wearing their Sunday best and were as drunk as monkeys.<br />
As soon as I strummed the first chord, they started to hoot and holler. The first song I played and sang was Tom Jones' Green Green Grass of Home. As soon as I finished they clapped and hotted even louder. The next song I sang was an old Elvis song, The Wonder of You. Half-way through the song, Sarah brought me in another pint of larger and sat it on the table and said,<br />
"Thanks Yorky, they're loving it."<br />
Once the Elvis song was finished, one of the ladies shouted out,<br />
"Can you play something more lively?"<br />
"Sure love, what would you like to hear?"<br />
Another older lady shouted out,<br />
"Can you play any dirty ditties?"<br />
"I can, but there's a lot of swearing in them and they're pretty raunchy."<br />
"That's what we want to hear!", shouted another old girl. "We're all spinsters here tonight and we need a bit of raunchy stuff to remind us of when we were young."<br />
I was a bit apprehensive at first but then I thought,<br />
'Oh well, fuck it. If you get offended, you asked for it.'<br />
My first song was Maggie May. There's a line in the song about those old red tattered drawers that Maggie wore. When I got to the line about how they were wet all down the front from the dripping of her cunt, I missed out the word 'cunt'. To my surprise, a roomful of old girls shouted out at the top of their voices, 'CUNT!" From that point on, it was all systems go. The more foul language that I sang, the more they loved it. Halfway through one of the baudy ballads, one of them go up on the table and removed her 'granny knickers' and swung them round and round her head. At that point, the whole room started clapping and cheering the old girl who was so drunk and happy as a pig in shit! At the end of the ballad I shouted out to her,<br />
"You must have been a bit of a goer in your youth!"<br />
"I still am!", she shouted back. "Look what you've done to me. Ya sang the bloomers off me."<br />
Once I'd run out of songs, which took a half-hour or so, I thanked my audience of old girls and went back to the lounge bar.<br />
"Yorky, that was absolutely fantastic and so generous of you.", said Sarah. "Those old ladies will remember this night for the rest of their lives."<br />
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"Are you behaving yourself Yorky?", said a female voice behind me.<br />
When I turned around, there was Bills' missus. She had done her hair, applied some makeup and wore a pretty dress that showed a bit of cleavage.<br />
"Shirl, how are ya mi love? What can I get you to drink?"<br />
"Vodka and orange sounds good Yorky, if ya don't mind."<br />
"Course I don't mind Shirl, why would I?"<br />
"Well Wargret Manor is known for its' prices."<br />
"Oh fuck that Shirley, who cares. We're making money, a ton of money, shearing. Besides, it's a working holiday."<br />
Both Warren and Steve, who were by this time quite drunk, chimed in and said,<br />
"Yeah, fuck the expense Shirley. It's our shout. You cook our meals and wash our greasy dungarees so you're not allowed to buy any drinks tonight. Order whatever you like, we're paying."<br />
"That's very sweet of you boys. It's lovely to be appreciated for a change."<br />
"No worries Shirley.", I said. "Here ya go love, One large vodka and orange. Have as many as you like."<br />
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The night progressed along well and everyone, including Billys' missus, were having a great time. At one point, Shirley who was a little bit on the drunk side started to tell me her marriage problems which made it a bit awkward.<br />
After a while, I said,<br />
"Shirl, Billy's mi shearing mate and although I feel for ya, what can I say love? I gotta' stay neutral cause I'm good friends with both of ya so let's change the subject eh."<br />
"You're absolutely right Yorky.", she said with a bit of a slur in her speech. "I shouldn't have put you in that position. That wasn't fair."<br />
"No worries Shirl, forget about it."<br />
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A short time later, I saw her talking to Steve. By the look on his face I could tell what they were discussing.<br />
"Let me get you another Lager Yorky.", said Sarah.<br />
"Good on ya Sarah.", I said and emptied my glass.<br />
While I was sat at the bar talking to Warren about New Zealand, a bloke who had been sat at the bar for a couple of hours tipping them back, said to me,<br />
"So you blokes are shearing for Kinghorn are ya?"<br />
"Yeah, that's right mate."<br />
He looked older than me and was roughly about my size.<br />
"Ya think you're a smart bastard don't ya, just because you can shear sheep and make a ton of money."<br />
"Why do ya say that mate? I don't remember saying anything wrong to you sport?"<br />
"Ya haven't", he replied.<br />
"So why would ya say something like that? Ya don't even know me."<br />
"Cause I don't fucking like you."<br />
"Well that's alright mate. Nobody says you have to like me. That's up to you."<br />
Warren, who had been listening to the bloke mouthing off said,<br />
"Hey mate, leave us alone. We're not bothering you are we?"<br />
"Yeah you are, as a matter of fact."<br />
"Forget about him Warren, have another Lager. Give us your glass mate, I'll buy ya one.", I said.<br />
Five minutes later, the bloke started again and said to me,<br />
"You think you're a big shot don't you? Buying drinks for every one."<br />
"Listen mate, I don't know who the fuck you are and what your problems are but if you keep running ya bullshit on me, I'll fucking knock ya arse over head! Do you understand what I'm telling ya sport?"<br />
"Fuck you, you bastard. I'd like to see you try!"<br />
By this time, the few people who were left in the Lounge had noticed what was happening and the noise level had dropped a few decibels.<br />
"Would you like to say that again mate? Why do you think I can't? Just go home mate."<br />
"Fuck you, don't tell me what to do!"<br />
That was it! It was obvious to me that this bloke, whoever he was, had every intention of ruining a great night out. I drank the last dregs of Lager, then put the glass on the bar. I turned around fully to face the bloke and said,<br />
"Last warning mate, Fuck Off home while ya still in one piece."<br />
"Fuck you! Are you going to make me?"<br />
"Yeah.", I said. "I am!"<br />
Without any further warning, I drove a well-aimed right at the bridge of his nose and splattered it across his face. The bridge of his nose was now reshaped flat as he went flying backwards off the stool. Blood was pissing out all over the floor. The bloke was laid out on the floor, not knowing what hit him.<br />
"Give me a hand Warren."<br />
"Sure Yorky, anything mate."<br />
"Help me drag this loud mouthed bastard out the back."<br />
Once we had him out back, I said to Warren,<br />
"Lay the bastard on the lawn so he doesn't bleed all over the concrete path."<br />
The bloke started to moan as he came to. The last words I had with him were,<br />
"I fucking warned ya not to fuck with me mate but ya wouldn't listen. If ya come back inside and bother me or any of my mates, I'll give ya another fucking dose. Now go home like I told ya!"<br />
This time no 'fuck you' came out of him. He was too busy moaning,<br />
"Ya broke my nose, ya broke my nose."<br />
That was the last I ever saw of the bloke.<br />
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Back inside, Sarahs' brother, Raymond, was still mopping up the blood from where the bloke had hit the deck.<br />
"Thanks for that Yorky. He's been bothering some of my other customers ever since he walked in. I was wondering how I was going to get rid of him, without getting hurt."<br />
"You're welcome Raymond, anytime mate."<br />
As I sat back down on mi stool, Sarah placed another lager in front of me and said,<br />
"Thank you. He's been asking for that all night. He got abusive with me, once I told him I wasn't going to serve him anymore."<br />
"Oh well, he won't be abusing anyone else for a while, that's for sure."<br />
Bills' missus wobbled up to me with a shocked look on her face and a large drink in her hand and said,<br />
"Are you all right Yorky?"<br />
"Yeah, I'm good Shirl. How're you going?"<br />
"Oh my goodness, I've never seen like that in my life. I think you broke his nose."<br />
"I'll be disappointed if I didn't Shirl."<br />
"Why did he start picking on you for no reason?"<br />
"I have no idea love but he's probably still out back if ya want to ask him."<br />
"Oh no, I'm not comfortable around people like that."<br />
"Neither am I Shirl. I grew up in the Outback and no matter how much grog a man drinks, it's no excuse to disrespect another man. That is, unless ya want a smack in the chops. Drink up love, I'll buy ya another drink."<br />
"No way Yorky. Thanks for offering. I can hardly stand up as it is. I'd better go after I finish this one or I'll be so hung over in the morning I won't be able to make breakfast."<br />
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"Fucking shit.", said Steve as soon as Shirley had gone to find a seat. "What a fucking punch Yorky mate! Did ya see that blokes' nose splatter and the blood that came out?"<br />
"That's what I aimed for mate. I wasn't gonna' mess up mi good clothes rolling around the floor with that fucking yobo."<br />
"How did it start mate?"<br />
"He just started disrespecting me for no reason at all."<br />
"I guess he didn't need a reason. Did it bother ya, hitting him that hard?"<br />
"Not one fucking bit mate."<br />
"It must be a tough life in the Outback of Australia, is it?"<br />
"Well, it's not fucking easy mate but life's not too fucking easy no matter where ya live, is it?", I said.<br />
"No, I suppose not Yorky."<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-48059118696639438672018-05-16T14:54:00.003-07:002022-04-25T06:39:43.342-07:00ON TO FREEDOM ~ SHEEP & BILLY KINGHORN ~ PART 1ON TO FREEDOM ~ SHEEP & BILLY KINGHORN <br />
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For the first time in 4 years, I was my own man again. Although I had been called Richard by friends and family who had known me for most of my life, at the first opportunity I had, I re-introduced Yorky the Shearer to the world again, which felt bloody fantastic.<br />
As soon as the Ferry cast off, the bar lounge opened and myself and a couple of Danes were the first to be served. Once I'd 'wet mi whistle' with a couple of bottles of Turborg, I decided to go for a feed at the restaurant, not the cafeteria. I treated myself to a rump steak, eggs and chips with a glass of red wine. As I waited for my meal to arrive, I sipped on the glass of wine and casually glanced around the room at the other diners. These people were not poor, illiterate Danish people like Jonnas' family were. They were well-dressed, intelligent looking people. A middle-aged couple caught my eye and gave me a warm friendly smile which restored some of my faith in Danish people.<br />
Pretty soon my meal arrived. I ordered another glass of red wine. the steak was cooked to a T, not burned and no blood in the center, the eggs had soft yolk in them and the chips weren't greasy. It was the best meal I'd had in a long time. Once I'd finished the meal, I lit up a cigarette and relaxed back in the comfortable chair. The meal I had ordered was one of the most expensive on the menu which was out of character for me. As I sat there with all those beautiful people , I thought to myself,<br />
'Fuck the expense Yorky mate! It's about time you started to treat yourself to some of the finer things in life. Just because you were born poor doesn't mean you have to stay that way. You've got a few thousand pounds in ya pocket and pretty soon you're going to make a few thousand more. You're a single man again so make the best of it mate!'<br />
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By the end of the evening, I was ready for a good rest. I had a few more beers and I was happy and relaxed. I had put all thoughts of Jonna out of my mind and started to think about what the next stage of life had in store for me.<br />
One of the Pursers gave me a warm blanket and I joined a group of young people who were sleeping outside in deck chairs. It wasn't the warmest nights' rest I'd ever had. The freedom I was experiencing well and truly made up for it.<br />
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Here I was again, standing on Kings Cross Station waiting for the train to arrive which would take me to my new-old life as a shearer. I only had one medium-sized bag now which made traveling much more comfortable.<br />
The first thing I did when I got to Kings Cross Station was to call Billy Kinghorn and let him know what time my train would arrive at Wareham, Dorset. The train ride down South to Dorset was an enjoyable trip as I sat in a comfortable seat looking out of the window at the ever-changing scenery. I loved looking at the different farm houses, surrounded by lush green fields, inhabited with Fresian dairy cows and sheep. This was the kind of country-side I thrived in. Nature at its' finest. England would have to be one of the most beautiful countries there is with New Zealand running a close second.<br />
It only took a few hours to reach Wareham. As pre-arranged, Billy Kinghorn picked me up at the station.<br />
"G'day Billy.", I said as I walked towards his Ute.<br />
"Yorky Mate, how are ya?", he said with a big smile on his face. "Am I fucking glad to see you mate. You're a life saver. I thought I was gonna' be up shit creek without a paddle, till you called!"<br />
I shook his hand and said,<br />
"The pleasure's all mind mate, more than you could possible imagine."<br />
I threw my bag in the back of his Ute and we took off to his place. I instantly liked this bloke at first sight. He was a few years older than my 25 and his height was like mine, 5'10". He was as down to earth as myself.<br />
"Ya mentioned you were living in Denmark when ya first called. What was that like?"<br />
"Not too fucking good mate. I was living with this Danish Sheila who guarded the gates of hell in her spare time. If she had another brain it would be fucking lonely."<br />
Billy had a good laugh about his little joke of mine as we drove through Wareham township, which was an interesting looking place.<br />
"Ya wanna' go for a quick pint before we head off home Yorky?"<br />
"Sounds good to me mate."<br />
"I'll take you to this great little pub where I do most of mi drinking. The publican is a good friend of mine. She takes real good care of me, I think you'll like her."<br />
"I'm sure I will mate. I get on with most people I meet as long as they're respectful.<br />
"I'll introduce you to my long-term girlfriend. She's the head barmaid."<br />
"So, you're a single bloke like me eh?"<br />
"I fucking wish Yorky. No, I've got a missus and three kids but we don't see eye to eye anymore Yorky. We were married as teenagers 'cause I got her in the family way so I had to do the right thing, ya know."<br />
"I sure do mate."<br />
"Her names Shirley and she's a real good lass. She looks after mi kids real well. We just grew apart over the years. Anyway, here we are mate.", said Billy, as he parked the Ute around the back of the pub. "I always park round the back Yorky. That way, when the cops drive past the pub they don't see mi Ute parked out front. They're bastards these cops around here.they know my vehicle and they know I like a few pints so I've gotta' be pretty careful."<br />
"That's a good idea mate. Ya don't wanna' lose your license or you'd be fucked, right?"<br />
"I sure would. I'd lose mi business overnight."<br />
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"Two pints sweetheart.", said Billy as we sat on a couple of stools at the bar.<br />
"What are you doing here at this time of day? Aren't ya supposed to be working Billy?", asked the barmaid.<br />
"I am. I just picked Yorky up from the station. He's gonna' be shearing for me this season. He came over from Denmark early to help me out with the lambing. Yorky, meet Pam. Isn't she a beauty."<br />
"G'day Pam, lovely to meet you."<br />
"You too Yorky. Don't listen to Billy. He's always flattering me."<br />
"That's cause I love ya babe!", said Billy.<br />
"Behave yourself Billy, you're embarrassing me."<br />
'You don't have much of a Danish accent Yorky. Is that where you're from or were you just working there?"<br />
"No love, I was visiting friends."<br />
Under normal circumstances, I don't like lying. I'm a very private bloke when it comes to my life.<br />
"Where's Margret today?", asked Billy.<br />
"She's behind the bar tonight so she's probably resting in her room. She hasn't been well the last couple of days.We'll have to fix her up with Yorky here. That'll perk her up a bit."<br />
"Who's Margret, Billy?"<br />
"She's Pams' friend. She just broke up with a long-time boyfriend so she needs some cheering up."<br />
"I don't think she needs the type of cheering up you've got in mind Billy Kinghorn! She's still hurting from the breakup."<br />
"Where do you usually live Yorky?", asked Pam.<br />
"Australia. Lake Cargelligo, New South Wales. It's where I grew up as a boy."<br />
Just then, an older, well-dressed woman appeared behind the bar. Billy, who was obviously a ladies man said,<br />
"Here she is! The love of my life but she won't marry me. How are ya Laura?"<br />
"Billy Kinghorn, here again are you. What would I do without you. You make an old lady feel young again."<br />
"This is Yorky, Laura. He's from Australia. He's gonna' be shearing for me this season."<br />
"Hello Yorky, lovely to meet you. Now, don't let his flirtatious Scotsman from the Isle of Aran lead you astray. He's a naught boy this one. He's already got a wife and my young barmaid and he's always trying to get me to join his stable of fillies."<br />
"That's true Laura but you won't give me a chance."<br />
"That's because I'm old enough to be your mother Billy. Anyway, you'd soon get disenchanted with me and then you'd be looking for a younger model."<br />
"That's not true Laura. I'd be as faithful to you as an old dog."<br />
"A likely story.", she said. Then she turned to me and said,<br />
"You're welcome in my pub anytime you like Yorky."<br />
"Well, thank you Laura. I'll take you up on the invitation."<br />
Pam refilled our empty glasses and said to Billy,<br />
"I've got to bring a few bottles in from outside. Give us a shout when you're ready for another."<br />
Billy and I spent a couple of hours at the bar. He gave me the rundown on his contracting business.<br />
"Once the lambing's over, we take a couple of weeks off but I can keep you in work fixing up the shearing gear and portable stands if ya like."<br />
"Sounds good mate."<br />
"I've probably got three months shearing in England for ya and then we head up to the borders of Scotland for a week or so. Then it's off to the Isle of Aran, where I'm from. Mi mother and step-father have a small farm on the Island and there's about a months shearing there. Aran's my favorite place. There's a lot of Hotels on the Island they're all looked after by young girls from Glasgow. It's a shearers paradise Yorky! There's about 5 girls for every bloke so ya know we have a good time there. I never take girlfriends or the wife up there. It would cramp mi style too much."<br />
"Well Billy, I'm fucking glad I gave ya a call mate. This is gonna' suit me down to the ground. It's gonna' make up for a lot of lost time."<br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> Billy lived in an old
farm house a mile or so from the outskirts of Wareham.</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: medium;">Jesus mate, this is a
great old place ya' got here. Do you own it?”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-size: medium;">I wish Yorky. No, I've
got a a deal with the farmer. I do a lot of work for him over the
year and the house is part of the deal.”</span></div>
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“W<span style="font-size: medium;">hat's this place on the left?", I asked as we drove down his dirt track driveway.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Oh, that's Worgret Manor. An Earl used to live there, years ago. It's been turned into a high-class hotel and restaurant. I'll take ya over there for a beer later on and introduce ya to the people who own it now. A couple of young people run it, a brother and sister but their parents own the place."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"They must be pretty well off, are they?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, they had a high-flying business in London before they moved down here and bought this place."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> Parking the Ute in the back garden area, which was pretty big, he said,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Come on in Yorky and meet the missus. You can stay at my place for a couple of nights and then I'll take ya out to where you'll be helping David with the lambing. Oh, and by the way, don't let on about the girl-friend will ya? I'm in enough shit already with the wife."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"No worries mate, that's your business, not mine."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Thanks Yorky.", he said as we made our way to the back door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Where have you been?", said Billy's missus, as soon as we walked in. "Ya know I've got to go into Wareham and I need you to watch Alister for an hour or so."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"I went to pick up Yorky and we had a couple of beers on the way home. This is my wife, Shirley", said Billy. "And this is Yorky, Shirley."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Hello, nice to meet you Yorky. You're here to help us with the lambing and shearing are you?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, that's right. Pleasure to meet ya.", I said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"I wish you'd tell me when you're gonna' be late Billy. I'll have to re-arrange my whole schedule now."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Sorry about that love. Ya know how it is."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"No, I don't. After all these years of being married to you, you'd think I would. You're just hopeless at being on time Billy Kinghorn. You couldn't be on time if your life depended on it. I'm leaving now. Alisters' asleep so don't make too much nosie. He's been a bit miserable today. I think he's coming down with a cold. Anyway, I'm off. Nice to meet you Yorky."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, you too Shirley.", I said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> Billys' wife was a very decent looking woman. About 30 years old, long hair down to her shoulders and full makeup. She was dressed in trendy clothes. To say she had three children, she still had a fine figure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"There's a few beers in the fridge Yorky. Grab a couple will ya while I go upstairs and check on Alister."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> Once Billy was back downstairs, I handed him the bottle of beer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Thanks Yorky, let's go into the back garden and I'll show ya around. These are mi portable stands. They'll need cleaning up. The down-tubes will need greasing up before the season starts. We'll need to knock up a couple more portable boards 'cause I've got three more shearers coming over from New Zealand later on. Actually, one of them is from your part of the world. I think he's from Queensland."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"What d'ya use the caravans for mate?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">"Come on and I'll show ya. I do a lot of contracting in different areas, so the one's that are miles away from here, I tow one of the caravans out to the farm. It saves a lot of time traveling back and forth. They look pretty old on the outside but they're neat and tidy inside and they don't leak."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"What do you do for power?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I use a portable generator when there's no hook up available. Same with the shearing stands, when we're out in the middle of a field somewhere. She's a bit of a rough life-style at shearing time but I fucking love it."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, me too Billy. that's why I took up shearing."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"So, how many a day can ya do Yorky?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Depends on what they're like. 250 to 300 a day."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Jesus mate, I'll be flat out keeping up with ya. My problem is I don't get enough practice. Our seasons' only about three months. By the time I get going the season's over."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah well, I wouldn't worry about that mate. I haven't picked up a handpiece for the past few years so it'll take a while to get mi body fit again."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, me too Yorky. My back always kills me at the beginning of the season. This caravan's the best one Yorky. Ya can camp in here for a couple of nights. it's plugged into the power and its got a good electric heater in it so ya should be alright. It gets fucking cold of a night at this time of year. They say it's supposed to snow this week."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Ya kidding mate? Snow in the South of England?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah and that's not gonna make the lambing easier cause we'll be taking turns outside in it, through the night."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"What's David, ya shepherd like? Is he a good bloke?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Oh yeah, he does my contract lambing every year and he's the best shepherd for miles around. Between you and me Yorky, he's got cancer but don't say anything to him about it unless he tells ya himself."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"No worries mate. Is he gonna' have it operated on?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Last he told me, it's terminal but who knows. He'll probably tell ya himself once he gets to know ya."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> That evening, after dinner, Billy said to his missus,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm going out to the farm to check on the sheep. I'll probably be back late so don't wait up."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"So what's new Billy. Do you expect me to sit up worrying about you at this stage of the game?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"No love, I'm just letting you know, that's all."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Before we left the house, Shirley said to me, loud enough so Billy could hear,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Have fun doing a pub crawl at all his favorite pubs Yorky. Don't get too drunk."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"> I wasn't sure what to say so I made a speedy exit and said,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Thanks for a great meal Shirley."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"You're welcome Yorky."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Once we were in the Ute, Billy said,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm just gonna' park the Ute outside of our driveway where Shirley can't see it. We'll walk back to Wargret Manor and have a pint there before we take off."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Doesn't the missus like ya drinking mate?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Does any woman like a man drinking mate?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Right mate, bit of a dumb question eh."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"> We walked through the kitchen into Wargret Manor as it was the shortest way. All the kitchen staff spoke and smiled at Billy like he was one of the family. Once we got to the restaurant bar, Billy ordered a couple of pints for us.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"How are ya Sarah? Pretty busy tonight?", he asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"A bit more than usual. We've got a Lions Club meeting in the other room."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"This is Yorky, Sarah. He's from Australia. He's gonna' be shearing for me this season."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Hello Yorky, lovely to meet you. I've always wanted to visit Australia. It seems like a lovely country."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"It is Sarah, once you get out of the city."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Oh, you don't like cities."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Not really, I prefer the Outback. It's more peaceful."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Too many spiders and snakes out there for me, isn't there?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I suppose there is, if you don't like 'em."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Sarah had a bit of a chuckle to herself and then went to serve another customer.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Not a bad looking lass, is she? She's the sister I was telling you about.", said Billy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, she's not bad mate. Little bit on the hefty side but she's got a decent face on her."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Ya wanna get in there Yorky mate. Her family's rolling in it. Ya could end up part owner of the place."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, I'd probably end up drinking all the profits away."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> Well, Shirley was right. After we left Wargret Manor, we visited all of Billys' favorite pubs and ended up at the pub where his girlfriend was a barmaid. At closing time, Billy said to me,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I'll run ya back to my place Yorky, then I'm gonna come back here to mi girlfriends place for a couple of hours."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Won't ya missus hear us come back in the Ute?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"No mate, I'm gonna drop ya off at the top of the driveway. She normally goes to bed around 10 but is she does happen to see yah just say that I've gone back out to the farm."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"No worries mate. I know the game."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> Laid on a single bed in Bills' caravan with the heater going full blast, I rolled a smoke and contemplated everything that had happened over the past couple of days since I'd left Denmark. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> The following morning, I was up early which was my long-time habit. I heard a vehicle pull up in the back yard so I went out to see who it was.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Morning Yorky.". said Billy. "Was the caravan warm enough?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Sure was mate. Comfortable too."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Come on in, I'll get Shirley to knock us up some breakfast."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Ya must have gone out pretty early this morning. I didn't hear ya go."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"No mate, I just got home."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"So what's the nissus gonna' say?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Not much, while you're around Yorky but I'll get a bloody earful when you're gone. So stick close to me."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"What's your excuse gonna' be, just so I know?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I'll just tell her that sheep started lambing early so I stayed in the caravan at the farm."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> Once we'd finished breakfast, Billy said to Shirley,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm taking Yorky out to where David's lambing this morning so I may not be back till late."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Are you stopping off at your girlfriends' place on the way home?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"What girlfriend?", said Billy with a straight face.'</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"The girlfriend I'm not supposed to know about."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Where did ya get that wild idea from Shirl?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Come on Billy, don't add insult to injury. I'm not stupid."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Shirley turned to me and said,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I apologize for the domestic Yorky. I'll see you when you get back from lambing. It was lovely to meet you.", and with that she said, she walked out of the kitchen.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Grab ya gear Yorky and chuck it in the Ute. Let's get going before she comes back!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"> Once we got outside, we loaded up blocks of salt licks, magnesium bullets and various other medicines that David would be waiting for. As soon as the list in Billys' hand was complete we took off up the driveway, out onto the road. As we drove along, I rolled a smoke for miself and was just about to light it up when Billy said,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Can ya roll me one of those Yorky? I'm out of smokes. I'll have to stop in at a pub on the way and get a couple more packs."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"No worries mate. Take this one. I noticed ya missus wasn't in too good a mood this morning."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, it wasn't too hard to miss, was it."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"No, not really."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Ya ever been married Yorky?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Well, sort of mate. That's what I was doing in Denmark. I took the bitch back home to her mothers' place. I'd had enough."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Jesus, I wish I could do that."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Why don't ya?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">" 'Cause my mother-in-law only lives two miles down the road from place and when I wanted to see mi kids, I'd have to see the mother-in-law and she's a replica of the missus."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"> We both had a good laugh at that. For the rest of the trip we laughed about our relationships with women and I told him some of my bush jokes. At one point he was laughing so much he said,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"That's enough Yorky. Don't tell me any more jokes. My fucking bottom jaw is aching like hell."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Before we got to the farm where David the Shepherd was lambing, we stopped for a pint in a small village. Billy bought his smokes and a dozen bottles of beer.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"What's the bottles for mate?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I bought 'em for you Yorky. This lambing work can be pretty stressful at times and it's long hours so you'll need them."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"How thoughtful of you mate. Good on ya."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"There's a tobacconist down the street. You'd better pick up some rolling tobacco for ya self. Ya won't be able to leave the farm once I drop ya off.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">Perhaps it was 30 years ago, 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.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">"Bullshit!", said the shows' host.."If you were really committed, you'd tattoo it on your forehead!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">We couldn't believe what we were hearing. The shock of this led to fist bumps in the air and high 5's! (As the tattoos had been put on long before this!)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">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?"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">For 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 Guruji and said to the dog, "You did not see that, it was a figment of your imagination!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">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!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">I often wondered why so few people would ask Guruji (perhaps 3 in 30 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</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">my ass!"</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-39312957339201871182017-08-12T09:08:00.004-07:002018-09-30T11:38:44.751-07:00RESPECT IS WHAT?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Respect is the foundation<br />
that a relationship<br />
can be built on.<br />
Love is what<br />
makes it possible.<br />
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Everything that you<br />
need in life<br />
is within you.<br />
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Vigilance is<br />
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The Guru is the<br />
Grace Bestowing Power<br />
of God.<br />
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When you know<br />
what you are not<br />
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validation.<br />
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When a Society is built<br />
on a foundation of violence<br />
no good can come of it.<br />
That is why all Empires have fallen.<br />
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Violence can only be<br />
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The building bricks of a Society are the children. They sit directly on the foundation. Everything is built on top of them. The children are always the first that violence destroys. The rest is history.<br />
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Awareness<br />
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Only the<br />
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will vote for<br />
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When you've spent your lifetime believing,<br />
telling & accepting lies,<br />
how are you going to re-cog-nize the Truth?<br />
It could hit you in the face like<br />
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Self-governed Societies<br />
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Your indifference to<br />
the sufferings of others<br />
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It is a law of Nature.<br />
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Break the<br />
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You can't put me<br />
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It's 'What I AM',<br />
not 'Who I AM'.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-34117359324114279182017-08-11T08:53:00.002-07:002022-03-16T06:06:16.454-07:00AN INTERVIEW WITH GURU OM ~ GODS' BILLBOARD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Q: Do you mind my asking you a few questions about the tattoos on your head?<br />
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<i>A: Not at all. Go ahead.</i><br />
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Q: Why did you tattoo your head in the first place?<br />
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A: <i>When I first came here, to America, thirty-two years ago, it was not to achieve name and fame as most people do, nor was it for the fulfillment of desires. I came here to warn people of the pending doom that was rushing from the future into the present if they did not change their ways. Plus, a promise is a promise.</i><i> There is a story of a promise that I made, when I was saved from drowning. I was a boy of 7 when that happened.. </i><br />
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<i><b>(<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "georgia" , serif; font-size: 13px;">"Remember when you were a little boy 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?")</span></b></i><br />
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Q: Did people heed your warnings?<br />
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<i>A: No, in fact, I was labeled a Prophet of Doom and ridiculed.</i><br />
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Q: Did that bother you?<br />
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<i>A: Not in the least. Speaking the truth has never bothered me, it simply made me more determined.</i><br />
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Q: The tattoos must have been very painful for you.<br />
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<i>A: They were, but not as painful as what mankind is on the brink of going through now.</i><br />
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Q: In what way?<br />
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<i>A: Eighty-five percent of humanity is going to be wiped of the face of this Earth. The only way that the remaining fifteen percent is going to survive is through Unconditioned Love.</i><br />
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Q: That sounds quite extreme to me.<br />
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<i>A: Yes it is, you and millions more think that. One must be extreme to reach the Supreme. In the twenty-five years since I tattooed the Formula for the Destruction of Ignorance on my head only three people have asked me what it meant . One was a stranger who walked across the street to ask me, one was a drunk and the other worked in the Post Office.</i><br />
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Q: Why do you think that is?<br />
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<i>A: The pain and suffering isn't great enough yet but it's getting there.</i><br />
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Q: How can you be sure that is going to happen?<br />
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<i>A: I saw it years ago in meditation whilst living in the outback of Australia. It took me five years to understand it. Whatever I see in meditation, as regards mankind, always happens. It hasn't let me down yet.</i><br />
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Q: Did tattooing the Formula for the Destruction of Ignorance on your head change your life?<br />
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<i>A: Yes, it surely did. It ruined my worldly life. It shattered my few remaining fantasies, one of which was that people would be interested in their own survival. I also found out that I was not a world savior. (I saved myself) My commitment is to the death.</i><br />
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Q: Are you sorry you did it?<br />
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<i>A: No, I am at peace with myself. I have no regrets. I do have one desire; Peace on the Earth and good will between all mankind. Will you support my desire?</i><br />
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Q: How do I do that?<br />
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<i>A: There is an ocean of peace within each and every one of us. When you are ready to support my desire, you will manifest that peace within yourself.</i><br />
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Q: I don't feel like I have much peace within myself, so what can I do?<br />
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<i>A: There's plenty you can do. Find out what disturbs your peace and get rid of it.</i><br />
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Q: Easier said than done.<br />
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<i>A: Easier done than said.</i><br />
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Q: Can we talk about the meaning of the symbols on your head?<br />
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<i>A: Of course.</i><br />
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Q: The red dot?<br />
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<i>A: The red dot is symbolic of the sun. Without the sun there would be no life on this earth. Without life on this earth there would be no one to ask about God.</i><br />
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Q: The crescent moon below the sun, what does that stand for?<br />
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<i>A : In the beginning, the Earth was covered in water. Without the moon it would revert back to its original state.</i><br />
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Q: Below the crescent moon there are three lines. What do they reperesent?<br />
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<i>A: The three lines stand for Creation, Sustenance, and my favorite, Destruction. That is the foundation of the mind; it creates an idea, plays with it for a while and then destroys it.</i><br />
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Q: I like the green star above the Sun, what does that represent?<br />
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<i>A: The green star symbolizes the Pole Star. It is the only Star in the Universe that does not move. Knowledge of the Stars and Planets can be understood by meditating on the Pole Star.</i><br />
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Q: What about the two snakes wrapped around your head, what do they mean?<br />
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<i>A: One is called Ida and the other is called Pingala. They represent the in-breath and the out-breath. For example, let me ask you a question, are you breathing?</i><br />
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Q: Yes, of course.<br />
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<i>A: Good, then you should be able to stop for twenty minutes, Right?</i><br />
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Q: Wrong, I couldn't do that.<br />
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<i>A: Then doesn't that imply that you are not breathing? Breathing is going on even when you're asleep. And you imagine that you're doing it? Which also implies, if you were responsible for breathing and you forgot about it because you were involved in something very interesting, you would die, and so would every one else who believed as you do.</i><br />
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Q : What about the tattoo on the top of your head!<br />
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<i>A: The top of the head is where the Nectar is. The seven stars around the mandala represent the seven major planets.</i><br />
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Q: The two symbols above your eyes look like writing to me, am I correct?<br />
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<i>A: Yes, you are quite correct. The language is Sanskrit..the original language of this planet, Earth. It reads HAM & SAH which means,</i><br />
<i> I AM THAT I AM.</i><br />
<i>It is also the divine sound the breath makes as it is sucked in and out of the body due to the void at the end of each breath. But, from the stand point of reality there is only one void.</i><br />
<i>The sound the breath makes, as it moves in and out of the body, is the music of God, (This goes beyond the prison of religion). Those who do not hear the music are sleep walkers, dead men who walk. When the breath exits the body no one can guarantee that it will re-enter and thus sustain life. No one ever gives it a second thought. Were the breath to not stop, once it had filled up the lungs, wouldn't they explode? Man in his ignorance, claims, that he is controlling this Divine Play.</i><br />
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Q: On the back of your head I see a cobra surrounded with flames. There is also writing above the fire, what does that mean?<br />
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<i>A: That is the Kundalini Naga (Snake). Once the Guru awakens her she makes her way up the inner core of the spine (the Sushumna) to the top of the head. Her only desire is to re-unite with her Lord, Shiva her consort. The Sanskrit writing above the flames reads,</i><br />
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<i> THE GURU IS THE GRACE BESTOWING POWER OF GOD.</i><br />
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<i>There you have it in a child-like simple way. </i><i>The truth is never complicated. </i><i>It is available to all who seek it.</i><br />
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<i>Knock and the door shall be opened unto you. (Knocking is attention)</i><br />
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<i>I AM in your every breath.</i><br />
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<i>God dwells within you as you.</i><br />
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<i>God exists in feelings.</i><br />
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<i>It only takes one match to set a whole forest on fire. </i><br />
<i>No one who is stuck in quicksand can free another. </i><br />
<i>One who has the key to the prison cell of programming can unlock the door. He has the key, as he has freed himself.</i><br />
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God makes it possible<br />
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He also makes it possible<br />
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They feed on fear.<br />
Starve the bastards.<br />
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Knowing that<br />
I'm not special<br />
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(You too can be like me)<br />
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What makes a good musician?<br />
The one who waits for someone to tell him,<br />
"You're a good musician, mate."<br />
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In order to dream<br />
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One is dreaming a dream called 'The World'.<br />
The world of dreams is endless<br />
unless the unimaginable wakes you up.<br />
The imaginable cannot wake you up<br />
because it's a dream.<br />
I shatter dreams & fantasies &<br />
I'm not very well liked for it.<br />
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It's not<br />
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<br />Simplicity<br />
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Things get better<br />
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People only talk about<br />
what they can imagine.<br />
The unimaginable<br />
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What are you<br />
going to do<br />
when you run<br />
out of projections?<br />
You'll have to<br />
see things<br />
as they really are.<br />
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There's nothing<br />
behind you<br />
but the void.<br />
Without turning<br />
or imagining;<br />
prove me wrong.<br />
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One has to have<br />
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It's essential<br />
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How can man be free<br />
if he can't wander<br />
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First, you have<br />
to know<br />
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to be free from.<br />
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If you want<br />
to be free of debt,<br />
stop spending.<br />
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Those who surrender<br />
their 'wants'<br />
are guaranteed<br />
their 'needs'.<br />
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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 <span style="font-style: italic;">real thing.</span><br />
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Everyone dreams,<br />
Therefore the 'shattering'<br />
will affect everyone.<br />
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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.<br />
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How can you laugh<br />
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Life<br />
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There is no God without me.<br />
Without God there is no me.<br />
I AM because God is.<br />
God is because I AM.<br />
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The man of Honor<br />
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The violence in this society has been suppressed for years by what is called 'legal drugs. A drug addict doesn't distinguish between legal & illegal. When there's no more pills, that's when the violence will rear its ugly head.<br />
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I live with my madness.<br />
I've made peace with my madness.<br />
My madness will cure your madness.<br />
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15% of love<br />
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All the programs shatter when one thing appears that is not contained within the programs. That one thing is called The Catalyst. I cause direct transmutation without myself becoming contaminated.<br />
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25 years ago, when I first came to America, this was my Statement of Fact;<br />
"85% of this world population is going to be wiped out. The remaining 15% will only survive through<span style="font-style: italic;"> Unconditioned Love"</span>. Without exception, to a man, everyone said, 'Not in my lifetime!'. Well, here we are, <span style="font-style: italic;">teetering</span> on the brink of destruction. One massive, natural disaster and over we go.<br />
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As above<br />
so below.<br />
As below<br />
so above.<br />
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CEOs' come and go but the corporations policies stay the same.<br />
Wars start & finish but the policies of war remain constant.<br />
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Radical change<br />
requires radical action.<br />
Don't buy the<br />
label~EXTREMIST.<br />
Radical change is<br />
necessary for survival.<br />
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Survival is not<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">your</span> desire.<br />
That desire comes out of<br />
name, shape and form.<br />
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I have never changed.<br />
I AM the constant.<br />
I live <span style="font-style: italic;">behind</span><br />
name, shape and form.<br />
It is the perfect hiding place.<br />
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I AM<br />
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as your breath.<br />
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Some desires are fulfillable, some desires are unfulfillable. Don't waste time desiring unfulfillable desires. Desire the biggest desire you can. It contains all of the lesser desires. My desire is <span style="font-style: italic;">PEACE ON EARTH</span>. What's yours? Write it down on paper. Pull it down out of the Ether.<br />
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God<br />
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A man can live without his sight. He can live without his taste. He can live without his sense of smell, & many live without their hearing. It is impossible to live without feelings. Therefore, everyone is alive by the Grace of God.<br />
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Everyone<br />
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I AM.<br />
Focus on it.<br />
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Introduce something<br />
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All the mind<br />
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Be careful<br />
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My heart has no limits ~<br />
you will get it.<br />
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'Thank your lucky stars.'<br />
'Never look a gift horse in the mouth.'<br />
'Be grateful for what you've got,<br />
there are others less fortunate than you.'<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">True Charity</span><br />
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Corpses<br />
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Respond<br />
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Balanced breath.<br />
Balanced life.<br />
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The mother<br />
cannot go <span style="font-style: italic;">back</span><br />
to being<br />
a single woman.<br />
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Anytime you start a sentence with 'I think'<br />
know that you don't know. Knowing that,<br />
why not just admit 'I don't know & it's alright'.<br />
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The Man of Peace is the most dangerous.<br />
The Man of Peace can stop wars.<br />
Wars cannot disturb the Man of Peace<br />
So sayeth I,<br />
The Man of Peace.<br />
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It's a disaster to be born.<br />
Living is the challenge.<br />
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Live the simplest way possible.<br />
You will never be the loser.<br />
Losers are losers because<br />
they have lost their simplicity.<br />
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If you really<br />
want to help them,<br />
leave them alone.<br />
Unless, of course<br />
they ask you. In that<br />
case don't keep<br />
them waiting.<br />
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The only man who can help<br />
is the one who has destroyed<br />
all his concepts about helping.<br />
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The only one who can love<br />
is the one who has destroyed<br />
all his concepts of love.<br />
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'Lead me<br />
not into<br />
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Leaving them alone<br />
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God helps those<br />
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When is<br />
enough,<br />
enough?<br />
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Stupidity<br />
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no gender.<br />
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Man is not<br />
the performer of action,<br />
therefore, who is?<br />
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'Maybe'<br />
is not<br />
enough.<br />
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Separate man<br />
from his breath<br />
and you'll find out<br />
who's pulling the strings.<br />
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One lives a lifetime of suffering<br />
without love.<br />
One lives a moment of suffering<br />
with love.<br />
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When God stops imagining,<br />
man will no longer exist.<br />
If God did not do that<br />
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You were<br />
created<br />
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Man would not<br />
be able to dream<br />
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When I discovered<br />
there was no hope for me,<br />
I had to learn to live without it.<br />
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When the<br />
unknown manifests,<br />
the known quakes<br />
in its' boots.<br />
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What is the use of<br />
investing in ignorance?<br />
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In order to unite people one has to find something that everyone will support. It can't be peace, otherwise we wouldn't have wars. How about survival?<br />
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"It's not that simple!" he said.<br />
I said, "Yes it is. It's your mind<br />
that won't allow it to be."<br />
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When you reach<br />
your destination<br />
the journey is over.<br />
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Everyone gets what they imagine.<br />
It just doesn't come in<br />
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Nobody, ever, in life,<br />
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In the morning,<br />
when you wake up<br />
from a dream,<br />
all the characters<br />
in the dream are dead.<br />
That is the nature of dreams.<br />
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Your indifference to the<br />
sufferings of others has<br />
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Love<br />
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Resting<br />
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Spontaneity happens<br />
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If you can't<br />
tell the difference<br />
between paper & gold,<br />
you are not<br />
going to make it<br />
to the Golden Age.<br />
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The Sun is<br />
the Son of God.<br />
Without the Sun<br />
there is no life.<br />
No Sun, no World.<br />
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This is my madness.<br />
I manifested it<br />
for all to see.<br />
You're still<br />
hiding yours.<br />
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MY MADNESS WILL CURE YOUR MADNESS.<br />
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In a dog-eat-dog society<br />
it comes down to survival.<br />
It's the only way to evolve<br />
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Destruction;<br />
There can never be<br />
too much of it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-40988317136795779312017-08-01T12:48:00.004-07:002018-09-30T11:38:44.822-07:00TRUST<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'Abandon hope all ye who enter here.'<br />
Once you abandon hope what<br />
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There's not a<br />
'hope in hell' chance.<br />
It's about Trust.<br />
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Only when you have failed<br />
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One mans profits are another mans loss.<br />
(& we don't need anymore prophets.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-49374227907442094962017-07-31T09:06:00.003-07:002018-09-30T11:38:44.965-07:00THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN INTELLIGENCE & SMART<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />
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Whatever keeps<br />
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I've always known that<br />
one man can bring the<br />
whole thing crashing down.<br />
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If I see it<br />
I've got to<br />
deal with it.<br />
When you see it<br />
you have to<br />
deal with me.<br />
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When the economy crashes and the electricity goes out, how are you going to 'pass the buck'? There won't be a 'buck' to pass. Therefore, you will be in my position.<br />
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I make everyone<br />
like myself.<br />
I have nothing else.<br />
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My madness<br />
will cure<br />
your madness!<br />
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God & money.<br />
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There's a big difference between intelligence & smart.<br />
Smart people do very well at school.<br />
They pick up what they're taught very fast.<br />
Intelligence gets the answers from within.<br />
Intelligence cannot be taught.<br />
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I am like a dog.<br />
Feed me once &<br />
you'll never get rid of me.<br />
I am all yours.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-69359840453692583962017-07-30T12:39:00.001-07:002018-09-30T11:38:45.328-07:00WHAT IS ALCHEMY?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Mechanics of Consciousness ~<br />
marveling at how it works.<br />
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That which keeps it going,<br />
that which makes it run<br />
are set in motion by you.<br />
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When you look in the mirror and<br />
you don't want to change anything;<br />
then you're getting somewhere.<br />
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You can only plan<br />
for the known which<br />
barely ever happens.<br />
It's the unknown<br />
which happens.<br />
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My nature is to help<br />
by not interfering.<br />
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It takes a highly intelligent man<br />
to learn from anothers' mistakes.<br />
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The mistake is<br />
not seeing the<br />
whole picture.<br />
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The hearing of it<br />
stops the show.<br />
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If you want to know what insanity is,<br />
ask a man who believes in re-incarnation.<br />
He repeats the same actions,<br />
lifetime after lifetime,<br />
hoping for a different result.<br />
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Creating<br />
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'What is it?'<br />
'Who are they?'<br />
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"It's all<br />
in the mind<br />
Yorky."<br />
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If nothing appears<br />
on the screen, he leaves.<br />
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If you can't imagine it<br />
you can't have it.<br />
There's no hope of<br />
manifesting.<br />
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The Power<br />
of Manifestation<br />
is in everyone.<br />
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All bodies come<br />
out of the Earth<br />
via food.<br />
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The disturbance<br />
of the silence<br />
is called sound.<br />
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The silence between<br />
the tick & the tock.<br />
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IOU = debt<br />
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Giving power away<br />
'I' to 'you'.<br />
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Self-Governance<br />
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That's Alchemy<br />
turning a negative<br />
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There are no<br />
winners in war,<br />
only losers.<br />
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Whilever you're<br />
talking about it,<br />
nothing will<br />
ever happen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-80055514929372111502017-07-30T12:29:00.002-07:002018-09-30T11:38:45.541-07:00THE IDEA OF CHOICE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just because you have<br />
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don't imagine<br />
that you are in control.<br />
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People love<br />
the idea of choice.<br />
It gives them a feeling<br />
of security and power.<br />
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My words and my love will get you<br />
through the hard times that are<br />
fast approaching.<br />
I came out of hard times.<br />
It took me years<br />
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how to enjoy life.<br />
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Whatever fear you carry, question it and it will disappear.<br />
When I went to the root of fear, it turned into love.<br />
Fear separates you from love.<br />
Fear of what?<br />
Fear has no answers.<br />
Love has <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> the answers.<br />
Don't forget to ask the correct questions.<br />
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Misuse the energy and<br />
you <span style="font-style: italic;">will</span> get burned.<br />
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If you don't have<br />
enough time in your life<br />
for service, then there's<br />
no way you are living!<br />
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Whatever actions<br />
you commit to,<br />
make sure<br />
that they will<br />
uplift all of us.<br />
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Nobody wants to be left behind.<br />
Not one soul can be lost<br />
or we are all doomed.<br />
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This knowledge is medicine.<br />
If you don't have the brainpower<br />
to take the medicine,<br />
how are you going to get well?<br />
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The Earth<br />
has a huge amount<br />
of power in it.<br />
Be careful<br />
not to insult it.<br />
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If you do not have<br />
an affinity with your work,<br />
then don't expect it to work.<br />
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That's how life is<br />
in the Bush..<br />
it's them or us. Mates.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-17131933741546853262017-07-28T10:05:00.000-07:002018-09-30T11:38:44.112-07:00THE TRUE USE OF LIFE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One has to keep<br />
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tell themselves<br />
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The future is imaginary.<br />
One can only guess.<br />
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No one has a<br />
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The only way to live in the world is with no investment in it. If you have an investment in the world you have to take care of it. If you believe it to be real then you are heavily invested.<br />
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Whatever<br />
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No more band-aid jobs!<br />
Have you ever noticed<br />
that a band-aid is<br />
easy to put on &<br />
causes discomfort<br />
when ripped off?<br />
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Have you ever noticed<br />
the amount of times<br />
America has declared war?<br />
The war on poverty - lost it.<br />
The war on illiteracy - lost it.<br />
The war on drugs - lost it.<br />
What do you think the chances are<br />
for the war on terror?<br />
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You can stick<br />
with your modern ways<br />
& I'll stick<br />
with the primal.<br />
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The true<br />
use<br />
of life.<br />
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*Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-25370257161841724002017-07-24T08:46:00.002-07:002022-07-27T05:20:17.471-07:00THE HEART CANNOT BEAT WITHOUT FEELINGS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The problem with limited power is<br />
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There is enough<br />
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The University<br />
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Know what you need to know<br />
& know what needs to go.<br />
It's a formula for a happy life.<br />
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Acceptance<br />
of it all.<br />
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What I have is<br />
what I need.<br />
what more is there?<br />
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Need is a necessity.<br />
Want is neurotic.<br />
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In the void,<br />
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After<br />
everything<br />
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to attain<br />
realization,<br />
I realized<br />
there was<br />
nothing<br />
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It's a crying shame<br />
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unite people.<br />
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He may have a<br />
University degree<br />
but don't assume<br />
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In times of war<br />
our children become<br />
cannon fodder rather<br />
than our saving grace.<br />
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What you see as valuable determines your life.<br />
If you see the trinkets of the world as valuable<br />
then don't waste your time listening to me.<br />
I am not here to convince you otherwise.<br />
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I can still laugh.<br />
After 74 years of living,<br />
I have a great sense of humor.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Gratitude</span><br />
stops greed<br />
from taking over<br />
ones life.<br />
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If you are not happy<br />
with the world<br />
as you see it<br />
then you have to<br />
put a stop to it.<br />
The longer you leave it,<br />
the harder it becomes.<br />
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The easiest way<br />
to put a stop<br />
to anything<br />
is to withdraw<br />
your belief in it.<br />
Your belief<br />
makes it<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">appear</span><br />
as real.<br />
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I care deeply<br />
about everyone<br />
& everything,<br />
therefore,<br />
I am allowed<br />
to make jokes<br />
about it.<br />
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Once you have<br />
run out<br />
of things<br />
to talk about,<br />
then, & only then,<br />
will you<br />
take a look at it.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Beyond<br />imagination<br />lies<br />joy.</span><br />
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Refuse reality<br />
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and you are free of it,<br />
but don't expect it<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">The Grace of the Guru</span><br />
is always<br />
flowing<br />
out to you.<br />
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The heart cannot beat<br />
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Animals display more<br />
affection & love<br />
towards each other<br />
than people do.<br />
You think<br />
that you<br />
are human,<br />
that you<br />
are better<br />
than an animal?<br />
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How can there ever be<br />
Peace of Earth<br />
when life itself<br />
is violent?<br />
Don't give me an answer.<br />
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Success to an elephant is wallowing in muddy waters.<br />
Success to a hippopotamus is wallowing in mud.<br />
Success to a pig is wallowing in filth.<br />
Success to me is wallowing in the Void.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-26061567201651399352017-07-24T08:43:00.000-07:002018-09-30T11:38:44.468-07:00SEEDING A GOLDEN AGEhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xupPDEMXjg&t=https://youtu.be/<span style="text-align: center;">ld2lKty4GoY</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWFNXA7-vAGN7xGSGutH5nLFXrIgYymZdnuEPSRzUQ5ok8z7fbrP5ECq1mecKEvtNoZ0_14qshY0fffyQIuW6qL2jhZj0e4JThncCh1etgkvPdIoGtmPwYxXGO6xdn3cO9Yc0IEQWk_M/s1600/Screen+Shot+2016-12-26+at+8.20.06+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWFNXA7-vAGN7xGSGutH5nLFXrIgYymZdnuEPSRzUQ5ok8z7fbrP5ECq1mecKEvtNoZ0_14qshY0fffyQIuW6qL2jhZj0e4JThncCh1etgkvPdIoGtmPwYxXGO6xdn3cO9Yc0IEQWk_M/s320/Screen+Shot+2016-12-26+at+8.20.06+AM.png" width="320" /></a><br />
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The more you ignore the highs<br />
the less the lows will affect you,<br />
till eventually, through the breath,<br />
the mind regains its balance &<br />
is able to maintain it through thick & thin.<br />
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Beyond thick & thin lies<br />
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The pre-requisite for having a 2-way conversation with God is, First; you have to know His name. <i>God is a title</i>. Who is it that bears the title? The answer is written on my forehead. It is written in blood, sweat & ink.<br />
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I was talking to God the other day & He said to me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" "An actor.", said I. "Wonderful.", said He. "Here, you'll need one of these, it's called a body."<br />
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Would you sacrifice<br />
your life for Peace?<br />
If not, don't bother.<br />
You will only<br />
get in the way.<br />
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Don't imagine that Peace is passive.<br />
It takes over your whole life.<br />
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And you complain<br />
when the oil companies<br />
take a few more dollars<br />
from you for a<br />
gallon of juice.<br />
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Have you ever seen a man,<br />
standing on a street corner,<br />
with a placard that reads,<br />
'The end is nigh?'<br />
He may not seem so crazy after all.<br />
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Whatever you do, don't become a prophet.<br />
Once the shit has hit the fan<br />
they are no longer required.<br />
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Once the shit hits the fan<br />
we won't need the internet anymore.<br />
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The drama can't keep going<br />
without your interest.<br />
It lives on your attention.<br />
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I will not debate.<br />
Debates are for<br />
the ignorant.<br />
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It's like an old-fashioned dynamo.<br />
The faster you go, the brighter the light.<br />
The slower you go, the dimmer the light<br />
& if you stop pedaling, the lights go out.<br />
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The next stage<br />
after 'too big to fail'<br />
is 'too big to survive.'Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-50137322901631810822017-07-20T07:21:00.002-07:002018-09-30T11:38:45.037-07:00LIVING WITHOUT DRAMA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Everything you see is<br />
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The Unlimited you are.<br />
Act on it.<br />
It will become<br />
actual<br />
rather than<br />
conceptual.<br />
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W O N D E R M E N T<br />
As in the child-like state.<br />
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All talk<br />
about Silence<br />
disturbs it.<br />
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He told me he was<br />
going on a silence retreat.<br />
I told him, better not<br />
take your mind with you then.<br />
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My words will not<br />
fill your mind,<br />
they will empty it.<br />
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The absence of disturbances<br />
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To 'want' is a symptom<br />
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Genuine needs<br />
are always met.<br />
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Hunger<br />
produces<br />
food.<br />
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When you look inside;<br />
if you can't focus your mind,<br />
what are you going to see?<br />
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Being in debt<br />
is not a<br />
laughing matter.<br />
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Do you want<br />
Enlightenment<br />
or your concept of<br />
Enlightenment?<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Acceptance<br />is<br />the<br />Ultimate<br />of<br />Kindness.<br />*</span><br />
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If the only flowers<br />
on the Planet were roses<br />
it would be quite boring.<br />
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The violence is<br />
in the culture.<br />
In order to get well<br />
it has to come out.<br />
There are only two ways<br />
the violence can come out;<br />
hard, physical labor<br />
and war.<br />
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You can't have stability<br />
without discipline.<br />
Without discipline<br />
you are not living;<br />
you are merely existing.<br />
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One creates<br />
all their own problems<br />
through what they entertain.<br />
Be careful who you<br />
invite to the party.<br />
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Equality consciousness<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">starts at home.</span><br />
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I'll leave the construction business to you.<br />
I'm in the destruction business.<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">I AM THE DESTROYER OF IGNORANCE.</span><br />
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You can do years of Sadhana to attain self-realization. If you don't fancy that, a massive crisis will do it instantaneously.<br />
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It's much easier to love yourself<br />
then to try & change yourself.<br />
I know because I tried.<br />
This is the voice of experience.<br />
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Life feeds on life<br />
quite naturally,<br />
on its own.<br />
It doesn't<br />
need your help.<br />
Take a weak man & put him<br />
in a power position &<br />
all you're going to have is trouble.<br />
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*<br />
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Once you've experienced<br />
the joy of living without drama<br />
you'll never go back to it.<br />
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*<br />
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Don't let<br />
anything<br />
disturb your<br />
inner silence.<br />
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You're always going to be<br />
doing something in life<br />
but what good will it<br />
do you without discipline?<br />
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Now things are tough;<br />
the only ones<br />
who are going to<br />
survive are<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">the disciplined.</span><br />
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My nature is to help. Should I discover that the best way to help you is to leave you alone, then I thank you for allowing me to serve you.<br />
PS: I am not a 'do-gooder'.<br />
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Live life<br />
correctly<br />
once and<br />
once is<br />
enough.<br />
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Predator societies<br />
are in competition<br />
with each other.<br />
Supportive societies<br />
are non-competitive.<br />
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What is there to say anymore?<br />
It's all been said and done.<br />
The time for action has arrived!<br />
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Work is a true Religion.<br />
Work hard & make your<br />
peace with God.<br />
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People derive their arrogance<br />
from their masters, the same way<br />
a dog osmosises his masters temperament.<br />
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The food that you eat<br />
causes neuroses.<br />
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Eating meat<br />
is a form of<br />
cannibalism.<br />
Meat eaters<br />
are cannibals.<br />
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*<br />
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You are different<br />
from the animals.<br />
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A natural state;<br />
No debt, the basics -<br />
food, shelter etc.,<br />
then money loses<br />
its' meaning.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-80963563304362656772017-07-19T06:56:00.004-07:002018-09-30T11:37:06.754-07:00THE TRUTH IS SIMPLE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To the wise man<br />
necessary & unnecessary<br />
are known before the fact.<br />
To the ignorant<br />
it's known after the fact.<br />
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The Truth<br />
is simple.<br />
Truth is Truth,<br />
whether<br />
you like it<br />
or not, it's<br />
not the point.<br />
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I have no soul other than the collective.<br />
You claim to have a soul yet you don't know where it lives.<br />
You don't know how big it is or what color it is.<br />
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Unity consciousness,<br />
when everyone<br />
functions<br />
as one; one soul.<br />
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Whatever you are not aware of<br />
is choosing for you all the time.<br />
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Who knows<br />
what knowledge<br />
there is within me.<br />
It needs a catalyst<br />
to bring it out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4376990316873564892.post-782816226074294392017-07-14T12:43:00.002-07:002020-05-01T07:01:43.646-07:00THERE IS NO LIFE WITHOUT COMMITMENT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you can see<br />
the humor in it,<br />
it can't be<br />
that serious.<br />
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I come like a thief<br />
in the night to<br />
steal your ignorance.<br />
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Commitment is Sadhana. There is no life without commitment. Without it they are just walking dead. I don't know what life is for than that. It certainly isn't for shopping is it?<br />
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Attachment is<br />
very painful.<br />
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If you're stuck in quicksand yourself,<br />
how are you going to<br />
help someone else get out?<br />
Keeping your own feet on solid ground<br />
is all the help anyone needs.<br />
*<br />
*<br />
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I refuse to accept the world<br />
as it appears today.<br />
Absolutely unacceptable.<br />
I REFUSE!<br />
*<br />
*<br />
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A poor man<br />
never made<br />
any money<br />
out of war.<br />
*<br />
*<br />
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There is always work<br />
for one who is<br />
willing to do it.<br />
*<br />
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Destruction of ignorance<br />
manifests God.<br />
*<br />
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In all the TV & Movies that you've ever seen, have you ever seen a regiment of vegetarians going to war? Eating meat overheats the mind which turns into aggression. A small spoonful of Tigers' meat would kill a man if he ate it.<br />
That's a fact.<br />
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The only way to conquer<br />
the world is through love.<br />
I see the world as a child of love.<br />
Without love there is no world.<br />
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Everyones actions<br />
affect everyone.<br />
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Every warrior<br />
has his shield.<br />
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One can only<br />
survive<br />
with<br />
unity.<br />
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I had to<br />
find strength<br />
within myself<br />
to survive.<br />
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How can any society be at peace when its people have not made their mind their best friend, their mate? Whoever is looking for a 'soul-mate', make your mind your best mate and the search is over!<br />
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Right & wrong<br />
is mans' consciousness.<br />
Correct & incorrect<br />
is Gods consciousness.<br />
Perform correct actions &<br />
live a regret-free life.<br />
*<br />
*<br />
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As witness,<br />
I have complete control<br />
over the whole Universe.<br />
*<br />
*<br />
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Every crime<br />
has its witness.<br />
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*<br />
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Declaring war on ignorance<br />
puts an end to suffering.<br />
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All bubbles burst<br />
when they hit the surface,<br />
even financial bubbles.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com