Saturday, 14 May 2022,

Booked in by phone last night, for 2 nights (Sat & Sunday) into Urana Caravan Park.

Headed off towards Urana, about 7:30am, the town was foggy. Got a block down the road then realized that I didn't have any pics of the town or pub where I stayed. Went back, 2 cars passed from the Urana direction, one lady waved. (Friendly folk here, or maybe she was one of the ladies at the pub last night, where I played with the piano for a bit?) Got my photos, 

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then headed off again. The other car that had passed me going the other direction had forgotten something, or finished dropping something off & was itself now turned and was now going back the way it had come too.  The driver, Phil Shears, stopped and seeing me pulling a trolley and wandering back and forth, asked if i was looking for an address? I told him what had happened, and he pointed me to where he lived (with the red shipping container) 

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and I learned he was planning to have a come-back of his old band from the coast, called Lost Souls (but with less male egos in it), with an albumn called "Back from the dead". We yacked for a bit, shook hands, introduced ourselves, and with a smile, & headed off into the day.

Rang/texted back some missed calls from yesterday.

About 3pm, coming to the end of the shortcut "Doctor's Road", then turn right on the bitumen. They were right about less traffic. Not one vehicle, in the misty rain.

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Arrived in Urana. 

The road right after the bridge, that Google told me to go on, seems not to exist. Too tired to explore. Bought a few provisions at the Takeaway, the  only shop open other than the pub. They had a piano (but it is very out of tune… did one tune on it,). 

Walked the further kilometer to the Caravan park, where the (fill in) caretaker lady looked up and said "Paul?". A lovely cabin, for two nights, with a rest day in between. 

A chat with my lady on the phone, and put on an audio book she and I are listening to. The pie i had at the takeaway will have to do for dinner. Added some raisin toast, and had an early night.

Rats! Seem to have lost my glasses.

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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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