Thursday, February 16, 2017

PRISONERS OF TIME

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Prisoners of time, felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
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Man where are you going with your technology?
It's based on greed and violence
And it's called democracy.
No time to stop and listen
No time to ponder why
We're headed for disaster
The Universe will cry.
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Prisoners of Time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
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Children there are many
Values there are few.
No time to stop and play with them
Because the credits due.
It's business as usual
A frozen pack will do.
The TV's going constantly
Designer clothes and shoes.
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Prisoners of Time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
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Vote for me, send me a fax
Vote for me, I'll cut your tax
Vote for me, please vote for me
I'm all for the death penalty.
Vote for me, I want your power
Vote for me this very hour.
Vote for me and don't despise
The fact that I am full of lies.
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Prisoners of time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws. commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
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We say that we want answers
But I don't think we do.
The pain of feeling separateness
Well, that's addictive too.
Who am I without problems?
Who am I without name?
Who am I without shape and form?
Who am I without fame?
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Prisoners of time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
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For those of us who will not share,
For those of us who do not care
For those of us who will not bend
Well, it's fast coming to an end.
'Cause time is an illusion,
created by the mind
And once the mind stops moving,
There's no such thing as time.
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Prisoners of time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.


Sunday, February 5, 2017

WHAT LETTING GO ISN'T







































Where is the need
for answers 
to the obvious?
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There is a catalyst
for everything
that needs 
changing.
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Desires fulfilled
breed more
desires.
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Perfection includes imperfection.
I AM 
perfect 
as I AM.
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Letting go
isn't
giving up.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

PRISONERS OF TIME::SONG LYRICS

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Prisoners of time, felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
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Man where are you going with your technology?
It's based on greed and violence
And it's called democracy.
No time to stop and listen
No time to ponder why
We're headed for disaster
The Universe will cry.
*
*

Prisoners of Time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
*
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Children there are many
Values there are few.
No time to stop and play with them
Because the credits due.
It's business as usual
A frozen pack will do.
The TV's going constantly
Designer clothes and shoes.
*
*

Prisoners of Time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
*
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Vote for me, send me a fax
Vote for me, I'll cut your tax
Vote for me, please vote for me
I'm all for the death penalty.
Vote for me, I want your power
Vote for me this very hour.
Vote for me and don't despise
The fact that I am full of lies.
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Prisoners of time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws. commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
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We say that we want answers
But I don't think we do.
The pain of feeling separateness
Well, that's addictive too.
Who am I without problems?
Who am I without name?
Who am I without shape and form?
Who am I without fame?
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Prisoners of time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.
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For those of us who will not share,
For those of us who do not care
For those of us who will not bend
Well, it's fast coming to an end.
'Cause time is an illusion,
created by the mind
And once the mind stops moving,
There's no such thing as time.
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Prisoners of time
Felons of the mind
We break the laws, commit the crimes
We sell our soul for nickels and dimes.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

THE GOOSE IN THE BOTTLE

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Q: Imagine that there is a goose in the bottle. Without smashing the bottle how do you get the goose out, intact?
A: There! it's out.

The goose and the bottle are in the mind. Your mind put the goose in the bottle, therefore, it has the ability to take it out. Likewise with everything else in life. You believe you were born. The world appears according to your belief. Employ the same technique and be free of it. Right action will follow.

Friday, December 23, 2016

AWARENESS MANIFESTS IT
















Q:
How do you get hundreds of millions of people to pull together for the benefit of the whole?
A:
Create a common enemy.
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Only a detached man
can truly feel
the depth of the
human heart.
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Why want it for yourself
when you could
give it to yourself
at any time.
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While you keep thinking it
I will keep living it.
See you at home.
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People who have
Direct Knowledge of the Divine
do not look for recognition from anyone.
They have already given it to themselves.
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One develops trust
by diving
into the
unknown.
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There is nothing
that makes one
respect food more
then the lack of it.
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Man shall
destroy
himself.
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The abuse of power
affects all men.
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A man once asked me if I could give him 
a direct experience of God.
"Yes", I said.
"How?"
I asked him if he could swim.
He said "No."
"Great.", I said.
Then I threw him in the Ocean.
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I appeared empty-handed
& I will disappear
empty-handed.
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It helps tremendously
taking a 'hands-off'
approach to life.
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The situation decides
the correct course of action.
The situation
is the compass.
Respond appropriately &
I'll see you when you get home.
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I have never really had
a life to call my own.
Looking at you,
I realize how fortunate I am.
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When you know
what you are not
you don't need validation.
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When a Society is built
on a foundation of violence
no good can come of it.
That is why all Empires have fallen.
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Violence can only be
suppressed for so long.
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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.
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Awareness
manifests it.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

THE VIOLIN TALE

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A master violinist played a first-class concert. After the concert, whilst in his dressing room, an important newspaper critic visited him.
"I would like to congratulate you on your concert." Said the critic. "That violin that you played is the best sounding violin that I have heard for many a long year."
The master violinist walked over to where the violin case was sitting. He popped the locks, opened the lid, put his ear to the violin and listened.
He turned around and said to the critic, "Funny that, I cannot hear a thing!"

Monday, September 12, 2016

THE ANSWERS ARE IN YOURSELF

All my talking is about ending pain & suffering.
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The world means delusion.
The World is not 'out there',
The World is in the mind.
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What caused the world to arise
in you in the first place?
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A 'person'
 is a limited way of seeing oneself.
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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.
Love is the master. Violence has no place in the equation.
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The master
gives meaning to the dogs' life.
Love
gives meaning to mans' life.
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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.
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When Mum's home all is well.
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.
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.
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When the child is in pain,
so is the Mother.
When the Mother is in pain,
so is the child.
Everyone know when Mother is in pain.
It is a Universal feeling.
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When children cause problems in Society, why punish the child? Look to the mother.
When a dog causes problems look to the master.
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Sins are committed out of ignorance.
Destroy ignorance and sin does not exist.
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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?
How far will a car drive with a petrol tank full of blood?
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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.
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When is enough, enough?
Greed does not recognize the word 'enough'.
At any given moment, you are free to say 'NO! Enough is enough!'
Ask a 2-year old child about the power of 'NO!'
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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.
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To eradicate drug pushers from Society, law-enforcement will go after 'the pushers'.
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!'
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Warfare is a sure sign of a societies impotence.
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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.
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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.
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Do unto others as you would have them do unto us.
It is the law of Nature.
Break that law and suffer the consequences.
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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.'
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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!"
He taught me 'deserve comes before desire'.
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Truth is spoken over the breath.
Lies are muttered under the breath.
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Neurotic eating habits and a troubled mind go hand-in-hand.
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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.
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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!"
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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.
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In my world, one mans gain is every mans' gain.
On Earth, one mans' gain is another mans' loss.
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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?
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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.
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Show a dog love once and it will never forget. So it is with the Guru.
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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.
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I am a 'God-dog.'
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A dog cannot have 2 masters.
It only causes confusion.
Confusion does not a happy dog make.
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Once one deals with blame
where is the need for praise?
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Everyone is equally responsible for everything and nothing.
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Hypocrisy implies lack of good breeding.
'Do as I say and not as I do' is hypocrisy.
What great men do, lesser men follow.
What hypocrites do, fools follow.
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Whatever you need in life will come to you providing you have the courage to recognize it.
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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?
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When you put out 'shock and awe', don't be surprised when it comes back to you.
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When you elect a politician, he acts on your behalf.
If you believe he's not speaking for you
then you do not live in a democracy.
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Birth does not give you the right to claim that you are human.
'By their actions shall ye know them.'
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Getting rid of guns does not eradicate killing.
I seem to remember a boy once killed a man with a slingshot and a pebble!
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Any fool can kill.
Not any fool can Love.
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The reason we are afraid and paranoid of another country dropping a Nuclear bomb on us is because we've already done it!
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Mans' own actions create fear and paranoia.
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Once you're out of tune,
your song will be out of tune.
It will not sound pleasant to the ear.
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Installing weak people in power positions can only end in disaster, for all of us.
Do not expect a feeble-minded man to negotiate.
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Love and Peace are non-negotiable.
They are states of being.
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True Peace will manifest by its' own power,
when man has had enough of war and killing.
I ask again, "When is enough, enough?"
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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!
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Another word for greed is 'overeating'.
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The right amount of fuel makes a good fire.
Excessive fuel puts it out.
Sit too close to a fire and you will get burned.
Sit too far away from the fire and you will freeze.
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Be honest with yourself.
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Love is fire.
Fear is cold, hence, in certain situations, people 'freeze up'.
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Love and the heart are inseparable.
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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)
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Do not look to me for answers. The answers are in yourself.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

NO HALF-MEASURES

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMB8Lslegmc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DmQygllvVM
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In my world you are either
ignorant or enlightened.
In my world there are
no half-measures.
There is no such thing as
being half-awake.
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Love & fear cannot live
under the same roof
without friction.
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Only a man who has found out
what he is willing to die for
can truly live.
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Manifest your capacity
to love or die.
It's up to you.
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If you truly want to experience love
don't go to the ocean with a thimble.
And don't complain you didn't get much.
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Sometime ago, I was conversing with an Aborigine, in the Blue Mountains. We were discussing the collective state of humanity. He said to me, "Guru, men have been killing, cheating & robbing each other for thousands of years. What makes you think it's going to change?" My reply to him was very simple & truthful, "Because I'm here now George!" That mans' heart opened so wide, tears ran down my cheeks.
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Love will never
fit your concepts.
It will always
destroy them.
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Surrender happens
automatically
when you don't have
anything to protect.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

A TALE FROM THE OUTBACK:: MY PAL JOEY

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Peter Smith came back out to old Burts' place to see me. He pulled up in Burts' yard one evening and jumped out of his blue Ute.
"G'day Yorky.", he said, as he walked around the back of the Ute.
"G'day Peter. How're you going?"
"Good mate. I brought ya something."
He leaned over the side of the Ute and pulled out a large wheat bag that was tied with a lump of bailing twine.
"What's in the bag Peter?"
"Open her up and have a 'butchers' mate, but be careful."
He handed me the large sack and immediately whatever was inside started to move around.
"What's inside Peter?"
"Open the bastard up mate, if ya wanna know."
I undid the bow which kept the bag shut tight and when I peered down inside it, I saw a young joey kangaroo.
"It's a joey Pete!"
"Yeh mate. I thought ya might like it. It'll be a bit of company for ya. Ya just have to feed it a bottle of boiled milk morning and night but don't be surprised if it dies on ya 'cause they're a bit hard to raise most times."
"Where am I gonna put it?"
"Come on inside ya hut. I'll show ya how to do it mate."
When we got inside the tin hut, Peter opened the bag and stuck his hand inside and then pulled the young joey out of the bag by its' tail. It was quite scared of being out in the light so it started to kick and make a clicking sound.
"Stick him up ya jumper mate. He'll quieten down then."
The young joey crawled up under mi jumper, back into the dark and was quiet as a mouse again, once he made himself comfortable under mi armpit.
"Ya leave the top of the bag tied like this mate, then ya hang it on a nail. This one over here will do. Next, ya cut a slit along the bag, like so. Then it resembles its mothers' pouch. That's it. That'll do mate."
"How do I feed it Peter?"
"Ya git old Kay to boil up a small amount of milk and then ya put it in a bottle and ya put a small amount of burnt cinder powder in it. That'll stop him from getting the scowers. Ya put the rubber teet on the end and the first couple of times you'll have to hold him and force it in his mouth but as soon as he knows the bottle's full of warm milk he'll hold the bottle himself with his hands and feed himself. We'll go over and see old Kay. She used to have a pet too but it got too big and cranky so she let him go. She'll be glad to give ya a hand looking after it. It'll remind her of the time she got her first pet roo, mate.", he said, with a knowing, cheeky wink.
Peter was no mug. When Kay Booth saw the joey she was more than happy to help so old Burt couldn't say a word about it. Kay proceeded to tell us all about her pet roo which took about half an hour and when Peter and I got back to mi shed he said,
"I told ya sport. She's on our side now. Better to have old Kay as a friend. It'll make ya life a bit easier out here. How's things going anyway, Yorky?"
I told Peter about old Burt doing his nut and chasing me with the axe.
"Gawd Streuth mate! We've gotta git ya out of this place while ya still in one piece! I've got a place in mind for ya to go but the bloke is still waiting for a contract to come through and as soon as it does, ya outa' here. I'd take ya back to my place tonight but there's no room and there's no work so I can't do that. Ya think ya can hang on at this place for a while longer?"
"Yeh, I'll be alright. He's been a bit better since he chased me with the axe but I don't like old Burt. He's as miserable as chickenshit."
"Ya not wrong there mate and you're not the only one who thinks that. Anyway mate, I'll be back to see ya again soon so look after ya self Yorky and don't let the bastard git ya down, alright?"
"Alright mate. Thanks for the joey and thanks for looking out for me."
"No worries mate. I'd do the same for a white feller."
"Oh that's a good joke Peter. I'll save that one for old Burt one day."
After Peter left, Mrs. Booth came over with a bottle of milk with a lambs teet on the end of it.
"Do you want to see if he's hungry Richard?"
"Yeh, let's try him. They shot his mother along with the rest of the mob so he's probably a bit hungry now and he won't feel so frightened once he gets some warm milk into him."
The young joey kicked and scratched as he tried to get away from me when I took him out of his new pouch.
"Hold him firm while I get the teet in his mouth.", said Kay.
Once the joey tasted the warm cows milk, he started to settle down until he had finished three-quarters of the bottle. Then he pissed on mi trousers and started to struggle again so I put him back in the old wheat-bag pouch. As soon as he saw the tear across the front of the bag he hopped in headfirst and rolled over on his back then curled himself into a tight ball and went to sleep.
After a week or so, joey could get out of the bag himself. He could sit right up on his back legs and tail. Already he had learned to hold the bottle himself. He looked so sweet as he sat on the floor of mi hut feeding himself and looking around.
Sometimes at night I'd put him in mi bed but one night he pissed all over the sheets so sleeping in the bed with me was now out of bounds to him. Another week and he could hop up on the bed himself but he could not distinguish between the bed and the old dressing table so many a time he would hop up on the table and knock the photos and mi other knick-knacks all over the place. One night when he saw his reflection in the mirror he tried to kick it to death and almost cracked the mirror.
Joey was a lot of fun. Peter was right, it made staying at old Burts' place a bit more tolerable but life being what it is, it soon took joey away from me.
One cold morning at about 4 O'clock, I woke up with a start for some unknown reason. I switched on the one light bulb. Nothing seemed out of place but something did not feel right. Joey was sat in his pouch with his head out of the slit in the bag. His big black eyes were staring across at me.
"Put ya head back in mate, it's a cold morning.", I said but he never moved. "Git back in the pouch where it's warm, joey, or you'll git cold."
I got out of bed and walked across the cold oil-cloth to where joeys' bag was hanging. When I touched his furry head he was as stiff as a board and at once I knew he was dead.
"Oh fuck! Why did you have to go and die just when we were having a good time together?"
When I tried to get joey out of the bag pouch, I saw the reason for his death. A loose strand of bag had gotten twisted around his neck as he got back in his pouch, head first and as soon as he tried to turn around, the piece of frayed string had tightened around his throat and choked him. I had a good cry to myself as I cut the string from around his neck and pulled his stiff little body out of the bag.
Before breakfast, I showed old Kay what had happened and she was also quite upset about it. When Burt found out he said,
"They're pretty hard to raise. If they don't get the scowers they git a cold and if it's not any of those two things, it's something else."
"What do I do with him now Burt? Shall I bury him somewhere?"
"Na mate, just chuck his body to the pigs. It's no good to him now so the pigs may as well eat it. Everything has some use in the bush, mate. We''ll all end up as tucker for something one of these days."
For once, I could see that old Burt was right. Joey could no longer use a dead roos' body, so I hardened my heart and threw the dead body into the pigs pen and walked away.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

A REQUEST FROM MICHELLE YORK

Michelle York here.
Guruji allows me to post words that I hear from him on this blog. I have been doing this since I was gifted with a computer in 2007. I support, financially & emotionally, the work that Guruji does. As the Destroyer of Ignorance, the 16th Domino, He has the power to bring about Transmutation on this Planet.

I design & make jewelry in order to support Gurujis' work.
I am using these pieces as fund raising tools for a project I am extremely passionate about.
Look & contact me @ yorkmich@gmail.com.
I can also custom make something according to your own design.

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I will be posting more pieces in the near future.
Always your well-wishing friend.