Yesterday I was talking on the phone to the Presbyterian Minister in Temora. A friend (who used to live in Temora) had asked me to say G'day to the Presbyterian fellow, if he was still there. He wasn't, must have moved on. But the new bloke suggested we get together for a coffee/ breakfast at the RoundAbout Bakery at 7am, to which I agreed.
So this morning, at 7:05, when he hadn't turned up, I thought "He's probably forgotten." (He sounded young, & seemed to have a family with more than one child). So i started my coffee and pie. After 7:15 he popped in, appologiing for his lateness, and asking for forgiveness.
This bloke seems sincere. Anyway we chat about what are the most important things to us, and he asks if i need anything? I respond: "To take my trolley 30km out, near the end of the day." Then realise that this isn't actually a need, it's a want.
He responds that he probably can, today, 30km isn't much out here but could I pray for him, and Temora, while I'm walking. I responded, "Yes.", but could he pray for me, in the same way, while he lived today. Derek agreed, and we put the trolley in the back of his (big) boot, and my little backpack in the front. He went to take the kids to school, and I walked off towards Bribbaree, via the Morangarell Road.
After I crossed two streets I realized that most of my trail mix, and my toilet paper were in my back-pack. Yeek!
Creative-love would have to help me sort this out, if I really had an invitation from CreativeLove to come for a walk through this land of my birth.
A coffee shop showed up, & I bought a Bundaberg Ginger beer, and a big biscuit (that's some extra liquid, and something more to munch on).
I kept on, and turned some corners, knocked on a few doors of the work places of people previously known to my friend who lived in Temora. No response. It's not yet 9am. Oh well, just in case they were in, so I could do what I could to connect, as I said I would try (I had rung and talked, or left messages a few days back, with no resonses).
Then before the hospital, on the way out of town, I found a tidy little park (https://youtu.be/LBCni-bgN-Y)
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with a clean toilet facility which I used for good measure, and took some sheets of loo paper to put in my pocket, just in case.
Provision really does come, on the journey!
Yee har!
And off up Loftus Street, turned into Milvale Road,
to turn left onto Morangarell Road further up. About 10am:
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As I'm walking, I'm looking both ways, Out -at the countryside & for cars and trucks;
.A panorama near the start of Morangerell Road.(https://youtu.be/dCZZ_L847X0)
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Through different country, a bit further on..( https://youtu.be/4IP_ETtl3Pc )
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and In - to this story so far, and what I'm learning.
Here's a part of my response to this morning so far.
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.
《1》 physically enact this by interleaving the fingers from each hand with those of the other
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