2022-05-11

WEDNESDAY MORNING.. after night intent on..a few things to help sleep well etc




Had a few hours thinking after midnight. These I have become precious times hanging out with creative love.


Up around surise. Time to pack tent before I catch attention of people who stop to ask "Should you really be camping just behind the trees, beside the road.


Took another hour or so, to get to Lalaty District Hall. I wondered if there was a toilet open to the public here, and parked my "lugage-vehicle" out the front, and walked around the building trying the doors. No luck. Had to get a good digging stick, and my toilet roll, and hide in a spot somewhat occluded by Peppercorn leaves and twigs. I realized as I squatted that a high viz shirt, while good for being seen in the road, was terrible for not being seen slightly covered  by a tree near a hall off the road. This was atound 8 am, and maybe it was a place parents brought their kids to catch a school bus. .. then I saw a road works or council truck coming along the tarred road, slowing down for this intersection…it turned into this parking lot pointing at me… I wondered if there'd been a complaint about someone casing the joint at the Lalalty District Hall.

(No pictures of this event!)


I was scrabbling to clean things up and pull up my pants, before any  workman came over and said "Hey, what are you doing, hidden away in here?"

So, I buried what needed to be buried, sanitized my hands, and walked out nonchalantly to my trolley, and walked off. No one followed. Maybe they were all just waiting for the bus? One passed me 10 min later, going back in that direction.


Then, talked for 20min with my lady on the phone, back in Orange, & after an hour or so, got to the old Lalalty School Road. Where was the school?


Tracey & Brian, live in what used to be the Lalalty Public School. Years ago his dad bought it and Brian set up a workshed beside it. His dad passed on, and Brian who had done his trade as a fitter & turner, now looks after the maintenence and redesign of farm equipment in the area, and along with Tracey is raising a family in the old School.

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They invited me in for a cuppa, (& gave me two, along with chock-chip cookies) in the warm, and we talked about life and schooling, and books we were reading etc. Brian was a model for me in learning to do portraits with line. I managed to do a good likeness of a distant (unknown) relative.

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Then, Tracey sent me off with a thermos-cup of hot water and some teabags to be able to have cuppas in between stops as I went… how thoughtful!


Might use it to have a cuppa break for lunch, at ~12:30pm.



.Yup, it happened.



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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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