Started just before 9:30am. My lady and our grand-daughter (asleep in the back) dropped me off, at the spot where they picked me up yesterday arvo.
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How nice to sleep in a bed, next to another human being. How spoiled I've been.
So "Thank you" to the love behind all this,
this world where we can stay, or move about,
a world of great abundance, air and mist,
the earth to plant our lives on, not as lout,
but grateful little child (who would too learn
(from who provides both life and health which thrive),
to further all the beauty, not to turn away, from just desire to survive.
I mean "survive" in worst sense that can mean,
the anti-thrive, the salt-bush kind of life,
that "gets by", like a bear in winter's dreams,
though it may not encounter lots of strife.
Let's celebrate, for human leadership
upon good Earth, has climaxed in that one,
though there's a dearth of real good readership,
or even list'ning, for his life's begun,
not done, but started in someone you've met,
I don't know really, but, I wouldn't mind
the putting all my cash on it. I'd bet
there's someone who has acted good and kind
within each towdry life, to hint of love.
And that's the door that I'll be banging on
about to open to us from above.
I think it might have opened up upon
a Roman power-pole life-times ago
('bout 30, as I do my sums today).
A portal to immortal life that shows
the kind of life that's human, I would say!
A few texts, and phone calls, but phone reception is quite patchy.
Another marker on the way:
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Another ute slows & stops to check I'm ok. On hearing "Yup, I'm fine. A pilgrimage North" he gives a tip of the hand and head, and not to be prying, moves on. How thoughtful.
On the side of the road I sat on a little bench in memory of "Tom", probably built and maintained by his friends and/or family.
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Made me think that in a womb, everyone is immature. There is no test, or maybe we just need to realize that everything is a test - an exercise for our development & if we keep on to the end, everyone passes. The only necessary thing is to keep your connection with the source of life. Don't try to do it "on your own".
The end of the movie is not the end of life. And this biological life is only the beginning of the beginning. And this (beginning) too, shall pass.
Walking along on the RHS of the road, and a white ute coming towards me, slows, comes onto the road's shoulder & pulls up just before me with the window open to talk. Bob, a local farmer, had passed me going the other way in the morning, to check the heiffers. Now heading back into Orange, he tells me that he heard of me from my mate Chris, who brought me a coffee yesterday. We talk about most things for 20 min and he offers me a carrot, & a ride to Orange now, and a ride out early tomorrow morning, if that would help.
He gave me his number in case it could work. How helpful.
I receive the carrot gratefully, and say "No, but thanks for the offer" to the ride back about 3pm today, and will ring him if it can work for tomorrow.
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Thanks Bob (& little Madam - the black furball, his constant companion).
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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