Up at 7, on the road by 9am. Frost knocks your dingers and feet around.Had to try to let the tent dry a bit in the son. Tried to wash some clothes. Bad idea with drinking water. Uses too much. Can do a bird bath but clothes will have to stay a bit grubby till creek, river, or town.
Still learning how to smile a blessing on the folk who pass by. Fun. Made me think of Eric Liddell as he ran fast in the fast-running body creative love ( that he called "God") had bequeathed him. "I feel God's pleasure, when I run!" He said.
Sometimes there are rest stops in the pilliga…
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They often have a picnic table shed, a pit toilet, and a tank that says the water is not drinkable (probably because they cannot moniter who does what to the tank water these days).
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Sometimes the texts and calls of normal life get through. And some of my time is responding to old mates, or new friends, who text or call. I started to pray for a mate and his life etc, but it turned into a play with thoughts I've been thinking, & his texts to me, in the presence of creative love. LIFE'S TEXTS-U-R.
Hoping to rest at 11am, if I've made 10km so far. No I haven't, only 8km so I'm doing 4km per hr. I think I won't stop now. I think I might keep going till I make 12.5 or 13 km, which is half of today's hopeful distance. What would creative love think about this? We'll see.
Wow, while I had reception an ol' mate called up briefly and we chatted about something he was really appreciating.. He was listening to 3 lectures by Viktor Frankle (writter of Man's Search for Meaning, which Ihave really appreciated, and might have mentioned to him when I stayed with him months ago on this walk, & am presently listening to, again) gave (in Vienna?) Soon after coming out of the concentration camp… Now available on Audible. I'll search them up.
As I was talking to him, I walked up to a truck with small trees coming out of its grill, and the driver had got out of his truck and was shaking his head. My mate on the phone had also arrived at his next work place, so we hung up.
The driver said he'd nodded off. It looks like he had collected a bunch of little sapplings on his side of the road, narrowly missed the concrete end of an under road culvert, but just caught it with the trailer .. and the diesel powered road roller on his load had tumbled off and split in two. He still had the ashfelt bucket on the truck, but chains had snapped and flown tens of metres away. He'd seen what he could do to drive the truck (to deliver what he could?), but he wasn't up to it. He looked and sounded like he was in shock. Just then another truck pulled up. They knew each other, and walked together up to the roller, then others arrived from the company which he must have been sub-ing for. When they came, and his first mate was having a smoke, i asked him if he thought his mate was ok. He did. Just shock, and the possible end of his business etc. I helped pick up chain and bolts from the road, went to the man, put my hand on his shoulder and said his name (written on his shirt) and told him what I thought: ".. I think you can get through this. The wisdom of God on ya, so you do." He smilled, as if to say, "..and that's about what I'll need." He had 4 or 5 blokes with him now, so I hooked up my trolley and moved off.
Finished writing this up, and it must be time for a break. 12:18pm, & 37 km to Narrabri.
Missed my alarm. Didn't know it. Thought I might be early. Had had a little doze. Got up and packed.
During pack up i botice that my new solid tyres from the Crazy prices shop are starting to disintegrate. Eek. At least I've got one spare. Up to You, creative love. Time check 1:38pm. Ah my alarm was set for 1:15 tomorrow!
Off we go.
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Some-ones else didn't make it
past this road
that they passed on, some time ago, it's true.
And this reminds me why it is I've slowed - to have a gawk, and think what I will do.
For soon my name will be like those before
me who have travelled on this road of life,
& written on a cross, maybe with four
or five words from my friends, or fam'ly/wife.
I haven't had my chance to pass on yet,
I'm practicing for when that day will come,
by walking through this world that we'll inherit
when we've got bodies very like that one
immortal who has walked and talked with us,
and ate some left-overs at end of meal,
and paid attention to his little bruss,
gave spirit of creative love to hele*.
Well there, Glen Jones,& Tracey Adams too,
you've beaten all who read this here today,
you've jumped right through this roadway, as some do,
to end this body's usefulness, I'd say.
And Adam's given name of our Grand..Dad,
& Jones was Grand-dad's last name on one side,
Both me, & all humanity have had
a recollection here in what I spied.
And if they were your family or friends
and you put that cross there, with their names on,
I think it's your humanity that ends
up giving gifts that keep on when we've gone.
* "hele" I mis-spelt this word, so that in saying it, your mind might be drawn to both possibilities: heel, and heal. They weren't to leave their holy city till this holy spirit of creative love came on them so that they would be well heeled with the shoes of the news of the announcement of creative love's chosen ruler who was going to bring healing to the nations. Through him, people's relationships could be healed, even before immortal bodies.
I saw this road that I passed.
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It reminded me of a certain movie, with the prancing and boasting of one: Jack Sparrow, who was maybe named because he was acting out the pracing and boasting of a jack sparrow. This in turn reminded me of a song by an amazing Australian singer/ songwriter: Eric Bogle. His song about Clare, an old lady who died in her home, but her body wasn't found for a long time by anyone, "except perhaps the one who sees each little sparroew fall." And that, in turn, reminded me of the one who said what Eric was here alluding to.
At 3:30pm I came upon a sign from above! Well, someone in authority above me, who correctly used the machinery of state to place helpful markers at regular intervals along some roads. And it told me this at the spot where I was at 3:30pm:
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So an I hour and a quarter later, I should be 25km from Narrabri. Yipee.
Posting this while I've got 4 bars of reception! (at 4:03pm)
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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