9:26am my lift drops me where I was picked up yesterday and drives off ..
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they'll pick me up later this evening, hopefully 25km down the road.
A bit of a chat with some road workers as I hit Mendooran Road. A dump truck arrives and I see my opportunity to move on. One says that if I take the Moree Road ( after Coonabarabran), he might see me in a couple of weeks, and we can have a chat.
Then, a look at a sign for an Australian Draft Horse stud..
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interesting..
A car with an older lady and man, on their way to Gundiwindi, stop to offer a lift, and then ask about the road. I tell them it's Mendooran Road.
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Then, they drive off into the distance, towards Gundi. No names or self advancement, just an offer, with no compulsion. How beautiful. They seem like "decent folk" that Viktor Frankl spoke of in his old book Man's search for meaning; or "people of good will" as referred to in that blessing; at the birth of that Ancient King: "Peace on Earth, towards people of good will."
Finished my next attempt to explain this walk:
Walked for roughly 2 hours, then about an hour's lunch break, then another roughly 2hr 20min walk while singing and writing down songs so as to not explode. Here's one aimed at creative love, my only walking companion at the moment, though I've certainly got a support crew just now, picking me up in the evening and making a house my home for the night.
Some reminders that others have died on this road, one born the same year as me.
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We're not here for long.
Then, a half hour arvo tea break with feet up, just past the 40km to Dubbo sign.
I started jogging (very slowly) and made it past the 30km to Mendooran sign before my lovely lady (and our grandson) arrived to pick me up at about 4:45pm. They did a U turn, and this is them in front of me:
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…and looking backwards, this is where I got up to:
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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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