Thursday, May 07, 2015

In the yard

News came last month that we'll have to leave our home of 17 years.

As the reality begins to sink in I've been looking around the place and appreciating just how amazing our little part of the world is. In our tiny yard there is a multitude of life! I've probably mentioned it before but so many species, birds, lizards, insects plants... Many of the creatures have become accustomed to us and don't bother to run too far. Before the time comes for us to leave I'd like to document some of the creatures and plants we share our home with.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The fortress of all we know

Just now while I was supposed to be doing something related to work, I was thinking.
My back hurts and  just how difficult it can be to communicate honestly with folk. How averse people can be to honest discourse. So many pretenses to manage, reputation, status etc... beliefs to defend and whatnot. Not much room for old 'Dangle Bells and his fool talk.
As I cycled home last night desperate for something... anything... I came across these posters. 
Let it never be said the Big Guy doesn't have a sense of humor!

Miracle Healers

This week is turning out to be one of those crazy times, once again I've looked around for allies.... I ...test the water of their friendship with my toe and once again wonder how I managed to place myself on a barren street corner naked and without a decent shrub to hide behind (figuratively speaking)

With my mp3 player on random loop some inspiring songs call sense to me, then along comes Jed with his Bernie LaPante quote!  
"You remember when I said how I was gonna explain about life, buddy? Well the thing about life is, it gets weird. People are always talking ya about truth. Everybody always knows what the truth is, like it was toilet paper or somethin', and they got a supply in the closet. But what you learn, as you get older, is there ain't no truth. All there is is bullshit, pardon my vulgarity here. Layers of it. One layer of bullshit on top of another. And what you do in life like when you get older is, you pick the layer of bullshit that you prefer and that's your bullshit, so to speak."  - Bernie LaPante (Hero 1992)
 And I look around at it all, the people, the situations the current affairs of my fellow, fellows and ladies and squatters and lords and dogs and I wonder why? Why does it always come to this? Why am I always looking for proof that something, anything is actually TRUE?

And then Adyanshanti appears on the fb. and he says:

“I have found over the years of working with people, even people who have had very deep and profound awakenings, that most people have a fear of being truthful, of really being honest—not only with others, but with themselves as well. Of course, the core of this fear is that most people know intuitively that if they were actually totally truthful and totally sincere and honest, they would no longer be able to control anybody.
We can not control somebody with whom we have been truthful. We can only control people if we tell half-truths, if we shave down what is true. When we tell the total truth, our inside is suddenly on the outside. There’s nothing hidden anymore. For most human beings, being that exposed brings up incredible fear. Most people walk around thinking, “My god, if anybody could look inside of me, if anybody could see what is happening in there, what my fears are, what my doubts are, what my truths are, what I really perceive, they would be horrified.”
Most people are protecting themselves. They are holding a lot of things in. They are not living honest, truthful, and sincere lives, because if they were to do so, they would have no control. Of course, they don’t have control anyway, but they would have no illusion of control, either.”
~ Adyashanti

The last few words of Jed before I leave... "You know it's a sewer, and you want out!"
 And I remember it's kind of Zen and does anyone get that? and he said "Zen really grinds my nuts!"

I did have a chance meeting, a glimmer of hope, of something unusual...  A lost dog, a brief conversation... something interesting, something new.... goodbye. 

There are many things happening over this coming week, a rally against the closure of Aboriginal Communities, vigils to prevent the removal of children to Nauru... but tonight I pray for the people on death row in Indonesia.

Tomorrow the Indonesian Government intend to follow through with the execution of 9 prisoners, including Australian's Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran. God have mercy on their souls, and while he's at it save the West Papuans from their oppressors guns and the refugees from our, so called, protection and care!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

I felt a trembling

"...They built a prison and it tempered in the sun
It rose up off a plateau like a last tooth in a gum..."

  (The Drones - Locust)

This week grief, depression, hopelessness, rage, sadness crept through every crack and crevice of the barely adequate spiritual blockades I’d erected around my torn soul and aching heart. I touched the deepest craving for oblivion and silence and threw myself out with the bathwater and sludge of 10,000 opinions of the greedy selfish mob, I cast myself naked to the great Whatever…! I asked for death and embraced it’s blank empty promise… As I peddled to work I felt the weight of malice and my rage consumed me. Tears dripped from my cheeks and flowed back across my face while my legs persisted against my will to continue on my way to work, tears in my ears and bloodshot eyes I sang hurt songs for Wisdom at the top of my voice and my dry throat hurt… I met with the Christian son of man and God they call Jesus ‘Christ’…

Memento Mori… MEMENTO MORI!.... memento mori. Not some day! NOW!

Grace… peace...  

My despair burned into my skin left the mark of a Celtic Cross on my back. Give up grief. fight FIGHT!

 Yesterday I met a fella who cheered me up... The answer? Spread the love!

Why did I feel so low?

Today the life of a small child is in our hands, she is not the only one but she is real and we have heard her story.. Her tiny hopeful body is in our Prison her mind and soul already tortured and enslaved, she is damaged and condemned to be broken for our sake.

It’s just down the road, not far from here where others like her are kept behind razor wire in preparation to be sent back to an unbearable and intolerable fate on a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean! Nauru… HELL!

It’s not new children have been sent there for a couple of years now at the pleasure of the Australian Government. What makes this child different is that they can no longer say this child will come to no harm! (We have the Moss Review on Nauru) We know she will. This is no time to sit back and read about it in the news. NOW is the time to make the news, break the silence TURN THE TABLES!

(Updated 24/04/15) 

Saturday, April 18, 2015

A short dialogue on belonging

I heard they were sending pregnant women, babies and small children back to the hell hole detention centre at Nauru... Where there is now reliable evidence of child abuse.
It seams all manner of appeal has been made for mercy but fallen on deaf ears.
There appears no way to reason with this Government which appears to have gone completely off the reservation. Without an informed democratic

At this stage I slump back into a state of morbid disbelief. Sit on the couch with the kids and zone out in front of a movie. The truth is painfully obvious but over and over we endure bullshit rationalizations and even engage in arguing against nonsense.

As I watch a kids movie the answers to these challenging questions appear to me regularly throughout the plot of the film. The answers are simple and can be presented clearly enough in a two line conversation in a children's movie, in this case Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium (2007).

As I think of the children born in Australian territory to stateless parents who wait in a legal limbo for acceptance as refugees. Where they belong and who should care for them is blatantly obvious. Mr Magorium answers the question in the film when Henry the mutant inquires:

 Henry Weston (Mutant): You have a tenant living in your basement? 

 Mr. Edward Magorium: He was born there, I can't very well ask him to leave.

Where do all the children born in Immigration detention belong?The answer is simple.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Ego's little joke

I am Gene Wilder's bloodshot eyes

I am Cleaver Green hanging inverted from a hot air balloon

Monday, March 30, 2015


Below is a speech made by the Australian Author Tim Winton regarding the cruel treatment of refugees under Australian Immigration Detention laws.. I have spent time with refugees in the Darwin camps and I have seen the suffering our Country has caused.
 I have witnessed the wrong doing of my Government, it's policies and its agents and I reject them! 

Palm Sunday event Nightcliff Jetty (image courtesy of DASSAN facebook)

Until we are all free , none of us are free

" To those in power who say they're exiling and caging children for their own good, I say we've heard that nonsense before. So, don't do it in my name.
To those who say they're prolonging misery to save life, I say I've heard that nonsense before. You don't speak for me; I don't recognise your perverse accountancy.
To those in power who say the means will justify the end, I say I've heard that nonsense before. It's the tyrant's lie. Don't you dare utter it in my name.
To those who say this matter is resolved, I say no. For pity's sake, no. For the love of God, no. A settlement built on suffering will never be settled. An economy built on cruelty is a swindle. A sense of comfort built upon the crushed spirits of children is but a delusion that feeds ghosts and unleashes fresh terrors.
If current refugee policy is common sense, then I refuse to accept it. I dissent. And many of my countrymen and women dissent alongside me..
Because the secret won't hold. It's out already. There are witnesses. There will be testimony. We will remember. In another time, and very soon, I think, our common sense will be nonsense. And you'll have to ask yourself, was it worth it? This false piece of mind, this stopping of the boats. Was it worth the price paid in human suffering? You're not alone; the rest of us will have to face it, too.
We're losing our way. We have hardened our hearts. I fear we have devalued the currency of mercy. Children have asked for bread and we gave them stones. So turn back. I beg you. For the children's sake. For the sake of this nation's spirit. Raise us back up to our best selves. Turn back while there's still time."