2022-05-11

Wednesday, after noon..




Lunch break using my new gift of a thermos-cup, with it's accompanying Madura tea, then, up and at'em! It starts to spit rain, so I undo the trolley (I'm working out how to do this better), and get my rain poncho out, just in case.


About 10km out of Berrigan a dark car comes towards me and slows down.. 

Three foreign faces, blokes from Malaysia, look up, and ask how I'm doing, & whether I want a lift into Berrigan. They tell me that they had passed me on the way from Cobram, to work near Berrigan this morning. I said I think I need to walk it. They hardly believe that I've come from Melbourne. I don't mention the bottom of Tassy.


The people you meet!



After that…


I sang some rappin' dirges for our land, 

was glad of many goods that we have here,

and walked with poncho on, through road works and

then came, before the sun had set, qute near.


A white ute with a trailer came out from

the Berrigan direction, and pulled up.

He said his partner saw me near Cobram,

and wondered if I was ok, and stuff.


His name was Dean, he said the rain was on

its way, within a couple hours, he thought,

and if it started bucketing, he'd come

and pick me up, and take me where I ought


to go. He then repeated "Pilgrimage",

as though it was a whistful kind of thing.

We talked about accomodation, his

place - over from a pub, he might just wing


it in and catch a beer with me tonight,

if that's the pub I end up staying at.

He checked I knew the short-cut, and was right,

and wouldn't take a lift, and that was that!


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Then as I got in town -just 1 k left,

a lady driving down beside me said:

"I am a sticky beak. Why do you heft that gear - and walk this way to get ahead?


She and her man had left the town some time 

ago, and gone to live a Tazzy dream,

but after 10 yrs Great-Grandies had climbed

out onto earth, so they came back, a team


determined to connect with these new ones,

connected by a bloodline, and their love,

and just as well, for soon there died a son.

Then Muriel was ready to drive off,


But just before, on mentioning the rain,

and that I might just stay another day,

she left her mobile phone, address, and name

of husband, so I might catch up with Dave, 


that's if I was around a day or two.

And somehow she is in a lot of pain

so we tuned in to healing from love who

had thus far healed us both, and knew our names.



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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.




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

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