John kindly dropped me off at the Tookey Creek Rest Area around 8:15am. It was lightly showering, so I donned my new Aldi's wet weather pants and poncho; and walked. Even though I had some sort of gaiters or sock scuffs, they weren't long enough or weatherproof enough to stop the water trickling down into my shoes, after a couple of hours. At least it kept them cool.
Morning meditation
I've been listening to and trying to get the background and story into me, and me into that First Century, Markan telling of the story of Jesus. (Intro & ch 1)
First break
Roughly two hours later, the rain is receding & I see this sign from above, on my left:
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I found the best of the two old service stations in town, the one that Google Maps still mentions as a fuel stop:
Looks like it hasn't been open for a few years now.
The P.O. building
is on the side of a stock and station agency,
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and advertises a free driver reviver coffee, which they gave me, even though I wasn't driving.
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And Helen, the temporary office lady (John, the owner is off with COVID just now) allowed me to sit in the staff-room and eat my lovely lunch made be Janey this morning, while I sipped a hot coffee. A very welcome rest. Thanks to both John, & Helen! I left my blogsite with Helen.
Then a loo break at the new amenities over the road. Shmicko!
And off again. John is coming to pick me up, about 3pm. I think my feet will need to be put up then.
What an amazing support crew creative love has provided!
More meditation
I read a Psalm out to John this morning as we drove. He chose Psalm 97. What a corker! Without stating it, this psalm deals concurrently with deeper interpretations of their Torah's mention of humans being made by God "in the image and likeness of God" (Gen ch1, and ch4) possibly a euphemism meaning that humans are not just the creations of God, but the very children of God, and therefore are in some sense "baby gods" . Or as Jesus quotes another psalm: "I have said you are gods,.. but you will die as mere men". From whom else could we ever learn how to grow up to be mature gods, certainly not from one of the animals we were meant to rule over. And this psalm also comments on the prevalent aberrations humanity has devised, whereby we make images ourselves, then call them our gods, and honour them as our makers or sustainers, or we worship our leaders, or our children. I'm muttering this psalm over, reading, listening, paraphrasing, meditating on it as I walk, to let it into me, and get me into the skin of the pray-er, song-writer. Here's a link to some of the upshot. (...)
End of the walking day
About 3pm today, since wet shoes & socks, and no breaks to put my feet up during the day. John picked me up
at 2:50pm, at this point on the road
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about 25km from Moree.
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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