Monday 23May2022 - Coolamon towards Temora

From Coolamon towards Temora

Franticly reallocating room in the trolley: new billy, have to leave old powdered milk tin billy. (thank you to Berrigan friends who gave up their powdered milk tin). New food supplies. A bit late getting out the front, but Graham generously still waited till ~7:37pm, then ran me and the trolley out to the spot he'd picked me up ftom Saturday arvo, then turned around and headed back to Coolamon. Thanks Graham.

Stayed on tar, instead of dirt lanes. 

I've been loving looking at the world around me, but also through it, to bigger realities. Got me thinking about how metaphor works and how essential it is to use metaphore to talk about the most important things in life, so humans need to use metaphor to talk about the spiritual world. We normally call that religion. A bit scary.

My reflection is called metaphor: new world and religion

Dermot McCormack, going the other way in his ute, stopped and said "G'day! What's happening?" 

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He's on farms  both sides of the road a little bit back that I had passed.

We talked a bit about the rain, his work, my work. He told me a bit about the area. We were talking on the boundary line, between two shires, and the plaque on the corner showed something of the bustling settlement 

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the empty paddock on my right used to be, when it was Winchendon Vale, including school down the road.

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Settlements, ways of life (the shearers who rode their steelframe pushbikes from property to property), and mechanisms (like rail transport in the country)  rise, have a hay day, and disappear. 

I'm sure there's a parable there somewhere.

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Stopped a little over half way to Temora (from where I started this morning after Graham dropped me off), so made it about 24km, that leaves about 23km tomorrow.

After putting up the tent…

Here it is looking at the tent then the road behind it:

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And here it is standing closer to the road, looking at the tent then a track behind it  where I "boiled" the billy:

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"boiled" the billy on the new stove. A bit slow, might have to adjust the stove a bit, but it worked. 

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And so did the billy and the panican.

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A couple of great catch up phone calls with my lady in Orange, and a good mate in Cloncurry.

Wrote this up, & will post it.

Good night

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OLD TO NEW WORLD VIEW

Despite that science tells us "This world is

not what it seems on outside, to the feel,

with layers upon layers forming things",

I still believe that our ol' world is real.

Our scientific story tells us that

despite what we all see here (think we "know"),

there's layers of "community" which mat

together, and which interleave.. (quite so):《1》

Inside, within each body, making up

the living ones, are individu'l "cells",

or living creatures that can be corrupt-

ed, or combined to make a host where dwells

the multicelled "community" we see

that's planted right before us "on" (or "in")

our ground of being. Even you and me.

And these can be disrupted or can win!

The ways that these communities would seize

things 'round about to aid their tiny parts,

to work together: shelter, feed, and ease

their life, to bring a thriving from their starts,

are called in this Our world "to feed", & "clothe

and shelter", self or fam'ly, other lives.

The old words from Our world that covered both

are "love", & then there's "peace"- which meant "life thrives".

But smaller yet, each body that exists,

of rocks, or gasses, animals or plants;

(and irrespective of "life" tagged to its

existence as an entity, per chance..)

is made of smaller atoms, molecules,

or other things that kind of are like "seas".

But smaller yet (these aren't just words of fools)

are forces "circling", balancing with ease.

Where either particles or waves "impart"

existence to those higher levels too.

But here we haven't even made a start

on bigger things, like Galaxies and U-

ni-verse, or other categ'ries rehearsed,

like Supernova, Nebulae, and Giants,

Dwarves, and other stars that shoot and burst,

to cook up compounds, elements and ions

from which all of the rest can start to "be".

Invisible dimensions in this way

we start to understand, and maybe "see"

within our "mind's eye" - as they used to say.

But still our story makes more sense, or less

of all dimensions we've encountered here,

since we were born - to order and to mess,

with this ol' world. - And this is where I cheer

myself as I move on, and others too.

The world we "started" in, that let us learn

about dimensions and these worlds that you

have just now been reminded of, don't spearn!

The story that's apparent: God made this

whole world with more dimensions than you'd poke

at with a stick, does not seem so remiss

and starts to look less like it was a joke!

"The best is yet to come", as AA found

in fact, through living in this re-al world.

And there's a higher power hanging round

to see if we would reach out and be curled

within the love of biggest Dad, or Mum,

and let the Great Creator's fam-il-y

look after us and grow us, and then some..

towards more of a nature that is free

to love back, as we have ourselves been loved.

And that's why most religions in this world

admire, and think good-life was surely gloved

within the life, that we have mostly hurled

our insults at, and blamed him for our faults

and misdemeanours, laziness, and such.

It's him I would commend to you. Us dolts,

we killed the model human God loved much -

the second Adarm (and would kill his Eve,

that God brings from him while he's "not around").

In jealousy and ignorance, we'd weave

a net to catch them yet, like beasts been found

and named. So if you ask me to I'll tell

the story of the glory of God "THERE",

who loves his kids, and wants them to do well,

take on creative love, and learn to share.

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《1》 physically enact this by interleaving the fingers from each hand with those of the other

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