Cubbie Station - Buy It!
by Omaxa bin Eartha
17-08-09.
Up for sale aye?
Half a billion dollars? A bit exee?
But..., all things considered, buy it!
But then what do WE, the Government, do with it?
O dear? Here's another vision from Omaxy......
Right time to redesign our feudal “States” system.
Ecological “Middle-Government” regions and boundaries.
Another lookie at inland Australia, and the possibility of that old chestnut, the Inland City, turns our heads again, and makes the detritus of cynicism laugh.
Drought being manmade, becomes both avoidable and reversible. Omaxy in Optimism-mode.
Cubbie is in sparse country, no doubt, exacerbated by whitey's rape of the terrain. Trees, mainly, although out there, pre-invasion, trees were pretty sparse already.
But Cubbie, of 93,000 hectares, the national HOG of water, also sits atop the Darling River system, so, pretty-much everything it does has a bearing on the rest of the huge Darling-and-other-rivers basin.
So, if it is so influential, it may stand to reason to plonk the Inland City there, so that it, properly constructed, can ensure right practices and use of the resources, from the top, if-I-may, all the way to Adelaide?
China builds cities by the hour it seems, and I hear they are doing their Best to make them Environmentally Sustainable.
Longest forecasts might suggest the region, ie., wherever there's a patch of dirt, good, bad or otherwise, but here, near Dirranbandi, any well-built city would one day hold up to 10 million people. I run from any city over about 500, believing they are possessed of evil.
It may, again, in most Optimistic mode, make sense for WE, the Government, to cater for such future eventuations, if only in researching the options, amidst the REAL AND PRESENT, URGENT needs.
But let's start with a plan for about 500,000, in say, 100 years.
And, of course, therefore, we integrate planning for “ever forward” into the hazy future, so that our race, nation, in 500, or 2000 years, will not have to reappraise the failings of a badly designed city, region, nation, planet.
Hoho...
Waiting for the Indonesians and Chinese to invade and then just go about whacking a bunch of badly thought-out cities across the continent, is typical of the lower mentations of our species.
Inviting them, is the logical path.
Nevertheless, whether it's Indians, Chinese, Indonesians or aliens, Australia's being the last bit of under-populated real estate on Earth, makes it obvious that, precluding global axial wobbles and REALBAD socio-enviro-collapse, the country will be populated, peacefully, or by plunder, just as the IMF have been doing to it/us for 221 years, until these kinds of “visions” or predictions, or mere observations, evolve or come-about.
If my derogatory slaps of our shiny PM Rudd are unjustified, it will be because he, and THE PARTY, but better, THE NATION, have the Strength and Wisdom to get-up and at least investigate these suggestions.
As it's my role to go to the issues the Vatican has deemed only Jesus can talk about, I'll throw the extreme tangential arrow into the basket of saying that ATC, WE must first assess the veracity in today's state, of large cities, and see if there's a more sustainable way to habitate.
My old rant has been for lots and lots of luvely little villages, etc, with serious doses of anti-city slurry thrown in. All of it, I ASSERT, is Right and Justified, but the momentum of modern society has created such a current no man can swim against and keep head up enough to win the argument.
Citiphiles are galaxies away from what I see, and from where I look.
Fuck 'em!
Is it, therefore, the Right time to redesign our feudal “States” system? Are Ecological “Middle-Government” cities, regions' and “States'” boundaries, the way through the future?
Lay-lines? Aboriginal Sacred Places? Aboriginal Ways of being in Balance with “Country”?
River science? Agri-science? Demographics 20 years, 100 years, 5000 years ahead?
“We have the technology!”
Do WE, Opportune Ourselves of the Wisdom WE, the whole of Humanity, Need to use it all RIGHT?
If the current federal government AND OPPOSITION, cannot go beyond planning for the next election, the next ten or so years of ALP-type or LIBERAL-type government, then...., they are, all softcocks. We may as well string-'em-up now.
So, Cubbie Station, Capital of the Regional State of “Inland Rivers”, spanning all of the old western New South Wales and eastern South Australia, wherever it's feed-supply of water flows.
Fear springs-up! What about when that city becomes tyrannically run, by corrupt megalomaniacs?
They would be able to control the supply of water to all western NSW AND ADELAIDE!?
TRILLIONS COULD DIE OF THIRST!!!
O, better we leave it the way it is, then?
Doing the Maths, “New South Wales” as an authority, as an instrument of maintaining a Healthy World, is about as beneficial to “Country” thus to WE, The People, as a planetary axial wobble. It just rolls-us over a lot slower. In the end, the land and it's occupants will be Soul-less wrecks, decimated in numbers, white and bleck, if the thing we loosely call the “NSW parliament”, and it's partner in crime - capitalism - are left to run their course in the next election-cycle, but by more than will be endurable over the next decades.
Any impartial consideration of the whole system we have here, of three tiers of government, will easily conclude it has run-it's-course, and for everyone's sake, must be dissolved, like the Lismore Magistrate's Court.
Logic, perhaps Intellect, or Wisey, tells me that perhaps MORE “States” are called for, but reduced to suit either population, density-demographic, terrain-type, rivers, etc., being actually..., “absorbed” into restructured Councils?
O 520 Aborigine Nations!
Super Councils? It makes many shudder. However..., rather than retreat expecting corruption to accompany CHANGE in such as these directions, enter the lawyers. For it's they who will, for some of them are Strong and Righteous, sort through the superficial flops and divine that it is a case of placing Good Law, Scientific Law, Economic Law into place at the top of the tree(s) of governmentation. Laws which are not the elite province of specialist shaman, but that are taught to all, from our earliest learning.
So, this may suggest that three tiers could still work?
Maybe? But it is now more a case of overall environmental sustainability, etc. that is, where roles and thus tasks are duplicated across governing tiers, efficiency rules, I think, in favor of rezoning Councils, with much-changed-read-improved funding and financing, to cover ecologically distinct areas.
Corruption survives because each individual is incapable of stopping it.
Collectively, with a Righteous Army of Lawyers, but Better Again with a Righteous Bench of High Court Judges, and a Strong and Supportive COMMUNEity, Instituting Scientifically Sound, Holy and Impartial Laws is a given.
It's just those fecking Community Meetings, and their practical and egalitarian “FORM A COMMITTEE!” necessities?
What color should we make the city?
LAW! GET LAW RIGHT, so that Everyone KNOWS IT, and the coppers KNOW IT, and Defend It, and corruption won't get a look-in.
I spe-ew that everyone here is rotten with corruption. ATC, it is so.
But this is so because the LAWS have been interfered with.
Cubbie Station could be the catalyst for Australia to “GO THE LAW!” where it is known to be detrimental, and using the concept of a New Day, in Obama's terms, a New City with every reason to make new boundaries, oriented fully around PROPER MANAGEMENT of Australia.
As the Westminster system has cracked a mainshaft, as the environment wants to swallow us, as capitalism has been exposed, though not nearly tried and convicted, of genocide, as I come from Tribes of Humans who did not lie, as millions of us here do, as all of our governmental institutions and clubs are under SERIOUS Scrutiny, and as Cubbie Station is ripe for the picking even at the $450mill price tag, most of which belongs in Aborigine dillybags, and as the above drivvle is full of groovy ideas, it defies all Intelligence that our federal government, would not buy Cubbie Station with above models, types and scenarios in mind for SERIOUS Consideration.
True Lore Outlaw, Walking thru this Multiverse, Warring against dumb
2009-08-17
2009-08-16
Euthanasia, and knowing the time.
Euthanasia, and knowing the time.
by Omaxa bin Eartha
16th August 2009
Comment on article at http://www.abc.net.au/am/content/2009/s2656901.htm
"WA man wins right to die"
“Congratulations!” seem right going to Christian Rossiter for doing the legal stuff and putting some wind back in the sails of Euthanasia medical experts like Dr Philip Nitschke.
In my speciality of “All Things Considered” GLOBAL Solutions, to what the planet has coming in the next decades and centuries, euthanasia sits patiently in the backroom of mind, waiting for Humanity to arrest our dependence upon ruthless medico and drug corporations etc.
Perhaps unrecognised by most, the western, or Christian determination that Human life is Sacred and must be preserved at all costs (?), which is the culture, or policy that stupidly objects to euthanasia, may in fact be one of the most dangerous social policies around.
There can be little doubt, when appraising the ultimate intentions of the medical professions-collective, that they are fascinated with one or other aspect of their trade, be-it the exploring, the disecting, the repairing, the enormous income, or another facet of keeping people alive for as long as possible.
It has never been the job of a doctor or surgeon or pediatrition or other medical professional, to do the maths about the culture they uphold, and about whether doing the right thing by old Mrs Warvet and keeping her “alive” in an old person's home or geriatric facility was in fact adding to the danger on the global scale of - tooo many people!
I keep as far from our “medical professionals” as I can, but know that Wisdom is not their province, especially in the under 90s batches.
Most of them are, well..., like council workers (who're often a lot Wiser!). They see the errors, or most of them, see the hurdles in the way of changing the superstructure, and with the first threat from a pharmaceutical corporation that they'll be out of a surgery in months if they do not prescribe THEIR drug, after a few bottles of yer finest whiskey, resignation has them back at the surgery dispensing out-of-date ideological rubbish and the accompanying pills and MORE TESTS before you know it.
Factually..., (huh?) the first world manages our lives, and when we die, which should not be the case. Medical professionals as I said, are not educated to sit in judgement on issues which relate directly to keeping the species, and our Habitat - Mutha Eartha - alive and functioning ad infinitum to the future.
Yet, through ridiculous laws, all of which are put-up for introduction into legislation in the 1st instance by those who speculate on profiting most from that law, mere medicos are at the forefront of killing the planet, by going crazy keeping people who, often enough, know themselves well-enough, after sixty-seventy-one-hundred-and-twenty years, to know when to say, “Enough is enough! I've had a good innings, done a lot of things, raised a family, etc-etc-and-on, it's time I slipped off the twig”.
Surely today in post-Bush-USA, post-Christian delusion, a plenitude of Humans are aware enough of the “big picture” of life as we know it, and that an whole 'nother existence awaits us beyond death?
Indeed, refering to the Ancients, mainly of the East, or of the Orient, life goes on, and it is for us to embrace it, when the time is right, without fear. Hinduism and Buddhism suggest that we must be fully awakened to progress beyond this world of life-death cycles, upto that mystical “Eternal Life”.
Christianity surely addresses these post-life scenarios, and I'm sure I could find a line from Jeshua ben Joseph which goes directly to the “afterlife” situation, and even a few which tell is to not be concerned about THIS life, but to rather concern ourselves with what awaits us in..... O Yeah? Heaven or Hell is it?
So something has gone terribly awry in this so-called “saved” cult, for the whole Christian golden calf tribe profession of medicine to slap a law suit on anyone who knows it's time they passed-over, and who wants to die with dignity.
Alluding to my penchant - how to wipe out white fella - err...., how to minimize the expected global carnage - this exact issue, of legal euthanasia, of old people talking straight, with clear minds, and a Will to move-on, a Will to do what they can to reduce the carnage for their kids, grandkids, great-grandkids and-on, stands high on the ladder of “How To's?”
Any reporter could accumulate the data telling us how much medical help for over 60s, say, for over-80s say, costs the whole Community - meaning I guess the whole planet, including the biosphere.
But let's not look just at the old and infirm. Besides, there's squillions of them still full of vigour and want and ability to contribute to the society yet, who, often the case, in age are happier living a low-tech, or low-energy, low-consumption lifestyle.
And even those who are in “advanced conditions”, frail and woesome, totally dependent upon an army of workers, yet for one strange reason or another do not want to die yet?
That's fair enough. Always, it is their psychological condition and level of Intelligence, the Gateway to Wisdom, which has them decide.
Without Wisdom, they are bound in the shell that has been fitted to their Soul, and so also do not see that most-all of what the church has inculcated in them about life, and about death, is distorted, even perverted.
It's not the place to go into WHY? the religion of the people becomes distorted and perverted, making them afraid to step-lightly-and-Gracefully-off-the-twig, but it's usually brutal economic corruption. Brutal economic corruption which is directed from on-high in the private-school chaplin's office, in the city's offices of the archbishop, in the boardrooms stacked with private-school graduates making squillions from a seat on the executive of large, brutal profit-oriented drug, medical supply, surgeons' robes corporations. Corporations which sponsor private schools to keep the fodder coming just as it has been....
Corporations which spend squillions selling furphys to the telewatching masses, to keep the telewatching masses, ignorant about how to get-off the merrygoround, thus keeping the corporations filthy rich and IN CONTROL of in the end YOUR mind, heart and what's left of a Soul.
And pundits all-over the USA are chanting warcries against President Obama for his trying to wake the people up from this tauper, from this current rip-off of a private health system?
In the modern world, all manner of perversions have arisen to take the masses by the throats and make them cling to or fear something beyond what is reasonable or Wise.
So, very much, is our fear of death. As is our fear of not living enough.
To the Wise, to the considerate, to the contemplative person, it is folly, albeit frightening folly to be afraid of death. As it is to them folly to cling too much to anything in this world.
It must be time for our “leaders” (Ah? You left the light on....?!) to make this “euthanasia issue” one included in the hard yes VERY HARD discussion of what Humanity MUST do in the next decade, to minimize the expected food shortages, medical shortages, energy shortages which threaten to destroy most if not all of us.
Then there are the less-aged? What should a Proper Community do if a child is born with severe disabilities? Again, the outcome depends enormously upon what we have been taught to accept as Proper Custom. That-is, Custom which fits with the larger picture of life beyond our own miniscule egobubble lives. Which fits with how any Good, Wise and Honorable God would have it.
Obviously the protests against killing babies is full of emotions, usually from badly-raised mothers and catholics. But, obviously they must be forgiven for they are all hypnotized into the baptismal, so know NOT what they get all fluffy about.
With Respect to those who are or have parented deformed kids, I must do my thing and take issue with the specialists who do such abominable things as decide to try separating conjoined babies, when, all things considered, the persons those kids may grow up to be, will not have a life to speak of. Conjoined babes is just one example of the extremes those superclones ov ze kirk will go to, to find-out if this or that “works”.
I can foresee objections to these comments from the slopbrained Christian establishment and their employees downstairs, but I bet that in even twenty years if this type of reform to allow euthanasia so that intelligent people can decide when and how to pass-over, is not enabled, an evil, far more gruesome method of IMF-type, Cecil Rhodes-type global tyranny incorporated, will actually be freighting the overburden of humanity off to remote death-clinics and death-camps, in ruthless attempts to reduce human destruction of the food, air, water and life supplies on Earth.
If euthanasia were allowed, the statisticians must be able to do their maths, and determine how much air, water, food, energy, land and overall mental and physical health would be saved, enabling the whole species and whole planet to breathe a bit easier, so we then may accelerate our “NUMBER ONE 21st century task” of preventing species and habitat annihilation.
All pre-western cultures - ALAS! THE WISE! - had clear and intelligent lore, laws and rules about life. It did not take them building massive universities and laboratories and experimental hospitals to establish beyond failure their Lore, their Laws, Customs, Rituals and Ceremonies.
It is not “like a dog” to kill a child if the child is known to be a burden to the group in it's future.
It is, actually, and this shouldn't form as it is, for it is far toooo generalising, Wise in some cases, to end the life of a baby while the human in there is still unconscious of the situation.
My mother used to force “YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE!” down my throat.
Possibly because she discussed aborting me before birth to avoid the disgrace of her, HER having had a bastard.
For years I've pondered such lines from her type, and always wondered what the aborted or the newborn babe comprehends about being taken off life-support or such?
It's as plain as day that kids and adults react according to how we've been taught to react. It may stand to reason therefore that a child, given the right environment, for their mind and Soul as well as for their feable body, in their early minutes, days, weeks or even months, would not be possessed of the fear we learn as we grow and are bombarded with frightening garbage ex-Hollywood, ex-the pulpit, ex-television news etc, so, for them, being put to sleep would be as if they had just popped off the bus for a 2-minute smoke in the middle of their life-journey.
Those of us in the inbetween bracket, between babes and geri's, are usually so full of shit and fear that our opinions on such personal-yet-at-once-global affairs are worthless. LESS than worthless, because they most often just GET IN THE WAY, and perpetuate the decline of the species and of the planet.
In the months since Barack Obama and what'shisname Rudd were pumped into government, my Hope in them and the forces behind their rises has diminished. Rudd scurrying-off for a special consultation with the Rat of Rome recently, superficially at least about making a woman alone in a destitute land who found security in numbers of homeless women a saint, did not help my faith, for his aura proclaims he is quite happy thangyouverymuch being a churchboy.
And besides, could he ever trust his doctor if he threw off the yoke and legalized euthanasia?
As we speak pharmaceutical and medical machinery corporate board meetings are being called to ward-off any potential threat to Squillions de Physicians Incorporated from an enlightened population, who are, by-the-second, expanding their consciousnesses enough to see that, the real and present danger to CO2 levels is in, old farts - NO! - is in-part in these utterly ridiculous “Traditions”, customs, practises and in the long-term BADBADREALBAD accepted dogma and 'norms' about “preserving life, AT NO MATTER WHAT COST!”
“Traditions”, customs, practises and in the long-term BADBADREALBAD accepted dogma and 'norms' fabricated by those who are perhaps the least qualified to assess what's relevent, Important, Wise...., on the “macro” scale of life.
Our really really, REALLY stupid, totally hypnotized medical professions and their dollar-hungary ancilliary industries. And political softcokrubbers.
So, “Good on Yer, Christian Rossiter!” whether you choose to live or live or not, because you have opened a topic which some, are coming to see as fairly important, indeed perhaps crucial, to the future of all life on Earth.
As well, one is obliged to pass the same “Good on Yer!” onto the Judge who ruled in Christian's favor. Perhaps he is the first of a fearless breed of snobs who are, for being fearless of retribution from idiots incorporated and their local catholic college, weighing the evidence with clearer minds than those who were either bought-off or frightened into outlawing euthanasia and abortion and for legalizing other unsustainable and unintelligent practices and laws.
For it is definitely time the whole lot of us, all Humans rid their heads of the bullshit about keeping poor uncomfortable lonely and pissed-off people alive when they do not want to stay alive.
If an elderly person has dementia, and is therefore classed as being unable to determine their own fate, in terms of end-of-life scenarios, yet who wants to die, what Wisdom is there in forcing them to keep breathing, sleeping, eating, breathing, sleeping, eating, breathing, sleeping, eating?
Indeed, what practical, economic, psychological asset is there in it for them?
As well, what is a life, well lived...., but that in which one knows, when to die?
Yours,
Omaxa bin Eartha
aka Max Nichols Cook-Meredith-O'Brien
aka Max Nichols Cook
aka Max No Difference
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Global Land, Tax, Cult, Drug & Work Law Reform.
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"...IF YOU DARE...!?"
by Omaxa bin Eartha
16th August 2009
Comment on article at http://www.abc.net.au/am/content/2009/s2656901.htm
"WA man wins right to die"
“Congratulations!” seem right going to Christian Rossiter for doing the legal stuff and putting some wind back in the sails of Euthanasia medical experts like Dr Philip Nitschke.
In my speciality of “All Things Considered” GLOBAL Solutions, to what the planet has coming in the next decades and centuries, euthanasia sits patiently in the backroom of mind, waiting for Humanity to arrest our dependence upon ruthless medico and drug corporations etc.
Perhaps unrecognised by most, the western, or Christian determination that Human life is Sacred and must be preserved at all costs (?), which is the culture, or policy that stupidly objects to euthanasia, may in fact be one of the most dangerous social policies around.
There can be little doubt, when appraising the ultimate intentions of the medical professions-collective, that they are fascinated with one or other aspect of their trade, be-it the exploring, the disecting, the repairing, the enormous income, or another facet of keeping people alive for as long as possible.
It has never been the job of a doctor or surgeon or pediatrition or other medical professional, to do the maths about the culture they uphold, and about whether doing the right thing by old Mrs Warvet and keeping her “alive” in an old person's home or geriatric facility was in fact adding to the danger on the global scale of - tooo many people!
I keep as far from our “medical professionals” as I can, but know that Wisdom is not their province, especially in the under 90s batches.
Most of them are, well..., like council workers (who're often a lot Wiser!). They see the errors, or most of them, see the hurdles in the way of changing the superstructure, and with the first threat from a pharmaceutical corporation that they'll be out of a surgery in months if they do not prescribe THEIR drug, after a few bottles of yer finest whiskey, resignation has them back at the surgery dispensing out-of-date ideological rubbish and the accompanying pills and MORE TESTS before you know it.
Factually..., (huh?) the first world manages our lives, and when we die, which should not be the case. Medical professionals as I said, are not educated to sit in judgement on issues which relate directly to keeping the species, and our Habitat - Mutha Eartha - alive and functioning ad infinitum to the future.
Yet, through ridiculous laws, all of which are put-up for introduction into legislation in the 1st instance by those who speculate on profiting most from that law, mere medicos are at the forefront of killing the planet, by going crazy keeping people who, often enough, know themselves well-enough, after sixty-seventy-one-hundred-and-twenty years, to know when to say, “Enough is enough! I've had a good innings, done a lot of things, raised a family, etc-etc-and-on, it's time I slipped off the twig”.
Surely today in post-Bush-USA, post-Christian delusion, a plenitude of Humans are aware enough of the “big picture” of life as we know it, and that an whole 'nother existence awaits us beyond death?
Indeed, refering to the Ancients, mainly of the East, or of the Orient, life goes on, and it is for us to embrace it, when the time is right, without fear. Hinduism and Buddhism suggest that we must be fully awakened to progress beyond this world of life-death cycles, upto that mystical “Eternal Life”.
Christianity surely addresses these post-life scenarios, and I'm sure I could find a line from Jeshua ben Joseph which goes directly to the “afterlife” situation, and even a few which tell is to not be concerned about THIS life, but to rather concern ourselves with what awaits us in..... O Yeah? Heaven or Hell is it?
So something has gone terribly awry in this so-called “saved” cult, for the whole Christian golden calf tribe profession of medicine to slap a law suit on anyone who knows it's time they passed-over, and who wants to die with dignity.
Alluding to my penchant - how to wipe out white fella - err...., how to minimize the expected global carnage - this exact issue, of legal euthanasia, of old people talking straight, with clear minds, and a Will to move-on, a Will to do what they can to reduce the carnage for their kids, grandkids, great-grandkids and-on, stands high on the ladder of “How To's?”
Any reporter could accumulate the data telling us how much medical help for over 60s, say, for over-80s say, costs the whole Community - meaning I guess the whole planet, including the biosphere.
But let's not look just at the old and infirm. Besides, there's squillions of them still full of vigour and want and ability to contribute to the society yet, who, often the case, in age are happier living a low-tech, or low-energy, low-consumption lifestyle.
And even those who are in “advanced conditions”, frail and woesome, totally dependent upon an army of workers, yet for one strange reason or another do not want to die yet?
That's fair enough. Always, it is their psychological condition and level of Intelligence, the Gateway to Wisdom, which has them decide.
Without Wisdom, they are bound in the shell that has been fitted to their Soul, and so also do not see that most-all of what the church has inculcated in them about life, and about death, is distorted, even perverted.
It's not the place to go into WHY? the religion of the people becomes distorted and perverted, making them afraid to step-lightly-and-Gracefully-off-the-twig, but it's usually brutal economic corruption. Brutal economic corruption which is directed from on-high in the private-school chaplin's office, in the city's offices of the archbishop, in the boardrooms stacked with private-school graduates making squillions from a seat on the executive of large, brutal profit-oriented drug, medical supply, surgeons' robes corporations. Corporations which sponsor private schools to keep the fodder coming just as it has been....
Corporations which spend squillions selling furphys to the telewatching masses, to keep the telewatching masses, ignorant about how to get-off the merrygoround, thus keeping the corporations filthy rich and IN CONTROL of in the end YOUR mind, heart and what's left of a Soul.
And pundits all-over the USA are chanting warcries against President Obama for his trying to wake the people up from this tauper, from this current rip-off of a private health system?
In the modern world, all manner of perversions have arisen to take the masses by the throats and make them cling to or fear something beyond what is reasonable or Wise.
So, very much, is our fear of death. As is our fear of not living enough.
To the Wise, to the considerate, to the contemplative person, it is folly, albeit frightening folly to be afraid of death. As it is to them folly to cling too much to anything in this world.
It must be time for our “leaders” (Ah? You left the light on....?!) to make this “euthanasia issue” one included in the hard yes VERY HARD discussion of what Humanity MUST do in the next decade, to minimize the expected food shortages, medical shortages, energy shortages which threaten to destroy most if not all of us.
Then there are the less-aged? What should a Proper Community do if a child is born with severe disabilities? Again, the outcome depends enormously upon what we have been taught to accept as Proper Custom. That-is, Custom which fits with the larger picture of life beyond our own miniscule egobubble lives. Which fits with how any Good, Wise and Honorable God would have it.
Obviously the protests against killing babies is full of emotions, usually from badly-raised mothers and catholics. But, obviously they must be forgiven for they are all hypnotized into the baptismal, so know NOT what they get all fluffy about.
With Respect to those who are or have parented deformed kids, I must do my thing and take issue with the specialists who do such abominable things as decide to try separating conjoined babies, when, all things considered, the persons those kids may grow up to be, will not have a life to speak of. Conjoined babes is just one example of the extremes those superclones ov ze kirk will go to, to find-out if this or that “works”.
I can foresee objections to these comments from the slopbrained Christian establishment and their employees downstairs, but I bet that in even twenty years if this type of reform to allow euthanasia so that intelligent people can decide when and how to pass-over, is not enabled, an evil, far more gruesome method of IMF-type, Cecil Rhodes-type global tyranny incorporated, will actually be freighting the overburden of humanity off to remote death-clinics and death-camps, in ruthless attempts to reduce human destruction of the food, air, water and life supplies on Earth.
If euthanasia were allowed, the statisticians must be able to do their maths, and determine how much air, water, food, energy, land and overall mental and physical health would be saved, enabling the whole species and whole planet to breathe a bit easier, so we then may accelerate our “NUMBER ONE 21st century task” of preventing species and habitat annihilation.
All pre-western cultures - ALAS! THE WISE! - had clear and intelligent lore, laws and rules about life. It did not take them building massive universities and laboratories and experimental hospitals to establish beyond failure their Lore, their Laws, Customs, Rituals and Ceremonies.
It is not “like a dog” to kill a child if the child is known to be a burden to the group in it's future.
It is, actually, and this shouldn't form as it is, for it is far toooo generalising, Wise in some cases, to end the life of a baby while the human in there is still unconscious of the situation.
My mother used to force “YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE!” down my throat.
Possibly because she discussed aborting me before birth to avoid the disgrace of her, HER having had a bastard.
For years I've pondered such lines from her type, and always wondered what the aborted or the newborn babe comprehends about being taken off life-support or such?
It's as plain as day that kids and adults react according to how we've been taught to react. It may stand to reason therefore that a child, given the right environment, for their mind and Soul as well as for their feable body, in their early minutes, days, weeks or even months, would not be possessed of the fear we learn as we grow and are bombarded with frightening garbage ex-Hollywood, ex-the pulpit, ex-television news etc, so, for them, being put to sleep would be as if they had just popped off the bus for a 2-minute smoke in the middle of their life-journey.
Those of us in the inbetween bracket, between babes and geri's, are usually so full of shit and fear that our opinions on such personal-yet-at-once-global affairs are worthless. LESS than worthless, because they most often just GET IN THE WAY, and perpetuate the decline of the species and of the planet.
In the months since Barack Obama and what'shisname Rudd were pumped into government, my Hope in them and the forces behind their rises has diminished. Rudd scurrying-off for a special consultation with the Rat of Rome recently, superficially at least about making a woman alone in a destitute land who found security in numbers of homeless women a saint, did not help my faith, for his aura proclaims he is quite happy thangyouverymuch being a churchboy.
And besides, could he ever trust his doctor if he threw off the yoke and legalized euthanasia?
As we speak pharmaceutical and medical machinery corporate board meetings are being called to ward-off any potential threat to Squillions de Physicians Incorporated from an enlightened population, who are, by-the-second, expanding their consciousnesses enough to see that, the real and present danger to CO2 levels is in, old farts - NO! - is in-part in these utterly ridiculous “Traditions”, customs, practises and in the long-term BADBADREALBAD accepted dogma and 'norms' about “preserving life, AT NO MATTER WHAT COST!”
“Traditions”, customs, practises and in the long-term BADBADREALBAD accepted dogma and 'norms' fabricated by those who are perhaps the least qualified to assess what's relevent, Important, Wise...., on the “macro” scale of life.
Our really really, REALLY stupid, totally hypnotized medical professions and their dollar-hungary ancilliary industries. And political softcokrubbers.
So, “Good on Yer, Christian Rossiter!” whether you choose to live or live or not, because you have opened a topic which some, are coming to see as fairly important, indeed perhaps crucial, to the future of all life on Earth.
As well, one is obliged to pass the same “Good on Yer!” onto the Judge who ruled in Christian's favor. Perhaps he is the first of a fearless breed of snobs who are, for being fearless of retribution from idiots incorporated and their local catholic college, weighing the evidence with clearer minds than those who were either bought-off or frightened into outlawing euthanasia and abortion and for legalizing other unsustainable and unintelligent practices and laws.
For it is definitely time the whole lot of us, all Humans rid their heads of the bullshit about keeping poor uncomfortable lonely and pissed-off people alive when they do not want to stay alive.
If an elderly person has dementia, and is therefore classed as being unable to determine their own fate, in terms of end-of-life scenarios, yet who wants to die, what Wisdom is there in forcing them to keep breathing, sleeping, eating, breathing, sleeping, eating, breathing, sleeping, eating?
Indeed, what practical, economic, psychological asset is there in it for them?
As well, what is a life, well lived...., but that in which one knows, when to die?
Yours,
Omaxa bin Eartha
aka Max Nichols Cook-Meredith-O'Brien
aka Max Nichols Cook
aka Max No Difference
Outlaw, for
Global Land, Tax, Cult, Drug & Work Law Reform.
Reforests of Godolonia,
Uluruba,
Eartha.
VISIT:-
www.maxearth.blogspot.com
www.poemsofomaxabineartha.blogspot.com
"...IF YOU DARE...!?"
2009-08-15
Global troubles, Local Issues - Land Reform
I haven't looked for a few weeks, but I had a google alert for “global land reform” active for some months. Most alerts came from the third world, several from southern Africa, Zimbabwe of course, scored a few mentions.
Israel, and other smaller regions.
Israel of course, was I think making note of the ongoing right-wing Israeli land-grab into the West Bank, so contained little of that land reform I advocate.
It is a strange blindness which keeps “tame” let's say, even the reporters, journos and other media staff who investigate the “bigger pictures” coming across their desks, pictures of an overall imminent collapse of the world as we know it.
What can they do? Of course, other than keep-on reporting and estimating the future?
I have for decades wondered what extent the global collapse will have to reach before Intelligence comes-to-the-fore species-wide, globally, before the majority kick-up against what is clearly causing the whole stuff-up that the smartest scientists, naturalists, children, beaching whales and honey bees can see?
Corruption is the root problem, if we are to consider remedies, or in the least, a less disastrous future.
But who, in Australia, or, more specifically, which “Mob” in the Best Sense of the word, that-is which Organized, Balanced, Fearless and Intelligence-based Collective of who, Australians, New South Welsh, Aborigine, coppers, military, ferals, Nimbinites, is either across the complexities of steering anyone through the impending global catastrophe enough to get us there, say through the next 100 years, so that we might have begun to nurture the intellectual seeds in the progeny so they or those after them, may also survive ad infinitum, by living True, or, which Mob is tough enough to overcome the threats and dangers?
Threats and dangers which, from my own inquiries, come from US. Humans.
To live how I've managed in another region or nation of the world seems to be impossible, yet this nation's dichotomy is that so many can live here in Australia unassailed by bent coppers, bent people and bad dudes upholding corruption, to the point of not even knowing about it.
Yet right here amongst us - US - are a multitude of utterly 'bent' which may rightly be read as “insane” locals who, even amidst pub and workplace banter about the miserable prospects for the future, cannot advance their minds and Souls away from the bent lives they and their ancestors have lived, in New South Wales, for 201 years at least.
The extent of the insane nature of the societies and townships and villages we live in and near, is easily assessed with a mere watchful eye.
People jog in and out of local stores, supermarkets, take-aways, petrol stations etc, with a giggle, a smile, a laugh or a general devil-may-care attitude, with little or no contemplation on what they are doing, in terms of living an Honorable life. Living a Life which Honors Everything around us.
If I was raised in NSW, I'm sure I would be the same as most are here, and resign myself and the hard truths, to the apparent fact that corruption has totally overcome the state and the nation, and by the reports, the planet, so one may as well just carry-on being whatever we like, which is usually how we have been raised.
Since the first insurrection in 1808, NSW has basicly run the nation, in how corruption runs affairs.
Voting in-or-out one particular “political party” is but farse here, and always has been Australia-wide.
Well before the levels of communications our youngsters are used to, the country was set-upon by those who sought only to get a patch for themselves.
As the genocide of the Aborigine People progressed, so did the bitterness and viciousness of the perpetrators. Always the traps, the coppers had to deal with the on-the-ground issues, which gave them power.
Sadly an easily overwhelmed few of them were decent men, and the desperation of the era in this “different” new territory, with their murderous war against Aborigine constant in the bush, even uptil the early 20th century, with food always relatively scarce, no basic laws and civility non-existent, further degeneration of the brute was also imminent.
Today, in NSW, there lives a network of corrupt-drunk people who have known nothing else but brutality, taking the piss, and corruption.
Even while we all shudder deep inside when we think of what our OUR culture has done to the earth, to the whole planet, there are those of us who will not get off the roundabout of same-old-same-old corruption, and who STILL make it their business to interfere, distract, divert, defraud, subvert and, as still go on here almost daily, when a brave Soul stands-up to voice objections to the self-destructive and pathetic legal and social structures which sustain corruption-thus-our-inability to Collectivize and successfully confront the moguls of either corruption or the national-cum-global economy, these ignorant “old blood” bent coppers, bent catholics, and/or their devilishly bent wives, set the wheels in motion to eliminate the “felon”.
I wandered up a forest hill yesterday, to see what's further up the track.
As the dry-weather road touched the side of the mountain where there was a half-acre flat-spot or so, with by no coincidence a magnificent view across the range, there had been logging. As-if just enough to say “MINE” to whomever may happen passed.
Clearly, this is state forest, but everyone knows the government has been rotten since 1808, so what else should we expect, but than the locals, typically the bighouse ones, organizing logging in nice locations? “Planning ahead”, they would retort.
It's the way it has always been, say what?
One day, if things were to go as they are, this would be a bitumen road with gutters and concrete driveways, and a constant coming and going of fancy automobiles.
This I speculate on the premise that even these locals, descendants of the rough-house blokes who slaughtered perhaps hundreds of thousands of Aborigine to grab the land, are doing their maths, and see the future in similar ways as I do.
That-is, that the world is rooted, and that before long, law and order will breakdown near-as completely, so we better grab the best spots we can now!
And these choice spots would not be merely to dazzle the whores with the view, but also to see any movements back toward the coast, or wherever they decide the threats - the humans - will come from.
“Green” living will be forgotten before they leave the pub, so the environmental carnage will continue, as-if sealing the fate of the planet, with our own brand of evil...
Land reform is not big on any agenda, in country NSW, and I put it that this, land reform - the most effective “shift” humanity needs to undertake, if we are to minimize overall collapse - is being prevented not by multinational corporations and their global agenda, but at least as much by LOCALS who deservedly want a secure future, and are so damaged, so mentally defective, that they have dug a slippery hole of localized corruption toooo deep for them to climb out of.
So, a few more beers and a bitch, and the same-old-same-old BULLSHIT prevails, dragging the whole fecking species and several others down with them.
The trouble with endemic corruption, is that those with a bit of seniority in the game, assume the right to be right, and find quick that they have to be able to keep it up once they have started So, by the end of a meeting, be-it business or social, the mouth has to stay in gear and be ready with every and any line to shut-the-upstart-up, diminish the others argument, win the boys back on side, and/or extend the accepted dogma more and more with..... MORE BULLSHIT!
You'll see it in any beer-barn, social group, fraternity, or tennis club.
Everyone knows to not upset the mouth, or they'll use their connections to make you pay.., for insulting them with facts, or, with the truth.
Yet everyone knows they are the ones due to profit most from claiming the forests for private ownership, letting a mine go in here or there, developing environmentally sensitive coastlines, etc.
Over the past 20 years, I've been suaded to protest against the multinational corporations for their nasty behavior, and surely they have a lot to answer for, and the protest must continue, it seems.
But what happens when a local group calls a meeting to try and dig deep into what is stopping us from changing our ways?
Someone, you used to be able to be sure, on the call from the local police sergeant, the local priest, the local bighouse landowner or such, would find their way into the group, and, before you know it, there's a fight, or a slower form of division is planted, and little or no effective meeting takes place.
Over and over and over again!
So..., as corruption has such a fatalistic hold on LOCALS everywhere, perhaps our mighty Green Groups and anti-corporate stirrers, many of whom come from the corporate class itself, and for some reason or another choose to be an activist....., LOCAL rednecks, kids and loiterers..., need to band together to undermine the intentions of those who have been undermining local CHANGE?
It seems that corporations can only get what they want, usually in some way territorial, because they can rely on LOCALS to do the dirty work of puttying-up any with an Ethical Voice or such.
That I go so far as to ASSERT:
CAPITALISM IS GENOCIDE AGAINST HUMANITY!
Doesn't mean others should also go that far.
But that no-one “goes-to” the..., THE ISSUES on that fundamental LOCAL level, doesn't mean the ISSUES are toooo big, but that they live in a group of utter fucking idiots, usually old, retired coppers with filthy wives who want the best of EVERYTHING DAMN YOU!
New South Wales is going to go through a seemingly dramatic few years from now, as corruption bursts it's bank vaults with whistleblowers blowing what can no longer be kept under the floorboards.
As Mark Latham put it, making “opportunity out of adversity”, these pointers should signal everyone in NSW who would go for a real change in how corruption can so brutally prosper, to get-up and tackle local corruption at that level, whether it's one or a few blokes going and talking to the local sergeant, or the local publican, when not the same bloke, or if they is the same bloke, about doing what is Intelligent, and allowing the things typically shredded to occur. Like, for example, calling those who pull the strings in the town to adopt a different perspective.
A small band of kids going to whomever they determine has influence in one affair or another, armed with their own research on what's right and wrong about a development or mining or other decision, not plying the sympathy songs, but by being Intelligent, Tough, as Country kids are, and giving the “bigger picture” to the recipient, it might be possible to effect change to the places where it's needed most - LOCALLY.
It is a fight that President Obama is now in, that “government” does have a place, and an Honorable one to boot.
He faces severe opposition from bigboys in insurance and allied industries who want to keep health care in their utterly corrupt and totally insensitive hands.
Government in the USA has been so corrupt for so long, that it is natural for Americans to shy away from giving what is called “government” any more influence or power over their lives.
It's gonna be a rude awakening when Americans realize fully that they have been done-over bigtime for centuries by the private enterprise mobsters, and that if they leave it to them much more, they'se gonna be in it REALDeep.
Americans, like Australians have quick to realize that government has a place, which does not pander to or cater for profit-first private enterprises, but which must be allowed fully to manage the society. That's all.
People only baulk at the mention of government because they have never known one which has not been run by corrupt parties, cartels, cabals, et al.
Government has been centralized of the last two or three hundred years as if experimentally, but has always got it's way because of corruption at the grassroots levels.
If councilors, coppers, doctors, teachers et al were paid not by multinationals, but by LOCALS, then with a properly organized people, across local regions, unhealthy changes to the local village, suburb, valley council could not occur.
So, now that the messiah has been exposed as a fake, and that without LAND REFORMS Humanity is dead being THE FACT OF THE DAY, I say it is for the LOCALS EVERYWHERE to save the world, or to at least reduce the stupidity..........
In regard to NSW, while it is the most corrupt-thus-bad for the environment, it may also have the best opportunity, for a motivated Green Party to do a bit of driving, but with some clear, distinct facts and figures and POLICIES.
Policies which go the full monty and call for national land reform.
Naturally, it vies for top issue spot against education, health, jobsjobsjobs and a raise for politicians, but if I can get my head around the simplicities and resolutions inherant in land reform, then the Ian Cohens, the Lee Riannons, the Bob Browns and the plenitude of other Ethical Voices here and afar, can also.
In fact, even Bikers can unnerstand this shit!
Therefore, there are less and less reasons why New South Wales cannot vote-in a GREEN GOVERNMENT in the next state election, and I advocate that all with a bit of spunk still in their bones, begin the Greens for New South Wales Government Campaign RIGHT NOW.
Just watch those ever-so-honest old coppers and catholic wives.......!
If they accost you? THREATEN THEM WITH INTELLECT!!!
And everyone must begin telling the coppers to start wearing their badges right-way-UP!
Maybe then the retired coppers will start SMOKING the marijuana they've been growing....... the way it is made to be smoked.....?
So Gooood for your Soul!
Let me remind you, I also Advocate Reforms in Tax, Cult, Drug and Work laws too.
Israel, and other smaller regions.
Israel of course, was I think making note of the ongoing right-wing Israeli land-grab into the West Bank, so contained little of that land reform I advocate.
It is a strange blindness which keeps “tame” let's say, even the reporters, journos and other media staff who investigate the “bigger pictures” coming across their desks, pictures of an overall imminent collapse of the world as we know it.
What can they do? Of course, other than keep-on reporting and estimating the future?
I have for decades wondered what extent the global collapse will have to reach before Intelligence comes-to-the-fore species-wide, globally, before the majority kick-up against what is clearly causing the whole stuff-up that the smartest scientists, naturalists, children, beaching whales and honey bees can see?
Corruption is the root problem, if we are to consider remedies, or in the least, a less disastrous future.
But who, in Australia, or, more specifically, which “Mob” in the Best Sense of the word, that-is which Organized, Balanced, Fearless and Intelligence-based Collective of who, Australians, New South Welsh, Aborigine, coppers, military, ferals, Nimbinites, is either across the complexities of steering anyone through the impending global catastrophe enough to get us there, say through the next 100 years, so that we might have begun to nurture the intellectual seeds in the progeny so they or those after them, may also survive ad infinitum, by living True, or, which Mob is tough enough to overcome the threats and dangers?
Threats and dangers which, from my own inquiries, come from US. Humans.
To live how I've managed in another region or nation of the world seems to be impossible, yet this nation's dichotomy is that so many can live here in Australia unassailed by bent coppers, bent people and bad dudes upholding corruption, to the point of not even knowing about it.
Yet right here amongst us - US - are a multitude of utterly 'bent' which may rightly be read as “insane” locals who, even amidst pub and workplace banter about the miserable prospects for the future, cannot advance their minds and Souls away from the bent lives they and their ancestors have lived, in New South Wales, for 201 years at least.
The extent of the insane nature of the societies and townships and villages we live in and near, is easily assessed with a mere watchful eye.
People jog in and out of local stores, supermarkets, take-aways, petrol stations etc, with a giggle, a smile, a laugh or a general devil-may-care attitude, with little or no contemplation on what they are doing, in terms of living an Honorable life. Living a Life which Honors Everything around us.
If I was raised in NSW, I'm sure I would be the same as most are here, and resign myself and the hard truths, to the apparent fact that corruption has totally overcome the state and the nation, and by the reports, the planet, so one may as well just carry-on being whatever we like, which is usually how we have been raised.
Since the first insurrection in 1808, NSW has basicly run the nation, in how corruption runs affairs.
Voting in-or-out one particular “political party” is but farse here, and always has been Australia-wide.
Well before the levels of communications our youngsters are used to, the country was set-upon by those who sought only to get a patch for themselves.
As the genocide of the Aborigine People progressed, so did the bitterness and viciousness of the perpetrators. Always the traps, the coppers had to deal with the on-the-ground issues, which gave them power.
Sadly an easily overwhelmed few of them were decent men, and the desperation of the era in this “different” new territory, with their murderous war against Aborigine constant in the bush, even uptil the early 20th century, with food always relatively scarce, no basic laws and civility non-existent, further degeneration of the brute was also imminent.
Today, in NSW, there lives a network of corrupt-drunk people who have known nothing else but brutality, taking the piss, and corruption.
Even while we all shudder deep inside when we think of what our OUR culture has done to the earth, to the whole planet, there are those of us who will not get off the roundabout of same-old-same-old corruption, and who STILL make it their business to interfere, distract, divert, defraud, subvert and, as still go on here almost daily, when a brave Soul stands-up to voice objections to the self-destructive and pathetic legal and social structures which sustain corruption-thus-our-inability to Collectivize and successfully confront the moguls of either corruption or the national-cum-global economy, these ignorant “old blood” bent coppers, bent catholics, and/or their devilishly bent wives, set the wheels in motion to eliminate the “felon”.
I wandered up a forest hill yesterday, to see what's further up the track.
As the dry-weather road touched the side of the mountain where there was a half-acre flat-spot or so, with by no coincidence a magnificent view across the range, there had been logging. As-if just enough to say “MINE” to whomever may happen passed.
Clearly, this is state forest, but everyone knows the government has been rotten since 1808, so what else should we expect, but than the locals, typically the bighouse ones, organizing logging in nice locations? “Planning ahead”, they would retort.
It's the way it has always been, say what?
One day, if things were to go as they are, this would be a bitumen road with gutters and concrete driveways, and a constant coming and going of fancy automobiles.
This I speculate on the premise that even these locals, descendants of the rough-house blokes who slaughtered perhaps hundreds of thousands of Aborigine to grab the land, are doing their maths, and see the future in similar ways as I do.
That-is, that the world is rooted, and that before long, law and order will breakdown near-as completely, so we better grab the best spots we can now!
And these choice spots would not be merely to dazzle the whores with the view, but also to see any movements back toward the coast, or wherever they decide the threats - the humans - will come from.
“Green” living will be forgotten before they leave the pub, so the environmental carnage will continue, as-if sealing the fate of the planet, with our own brand of evil...
Land reform is not big on any agenda, in country NSW, and I put it that this, land reform - the most effective “shift” humanity needs to undertake, if we are to minimize overall collapse - is being prevented not by multinational corporations and their global agenda, but at least as much by LOCALS who deservedly want a secure future, and are so damaged, so mentally defective, that they have dug a slippery hole of localized corruption toooo deep for them to climb out of.
So, a few more beers and a bitch, and the same-old-same-old BULLSHIT prevails, dragging the whole fecking species and several others down with them.
The trouble with endemic corruption, is that those with a bit of seniority in the game, assume the right to be right, and find quick that they have to be able to keep it up once they have started So, by the end of a meeting, be-it business or social, the mouth has to stay in gear and be ready with every and any line to shut-the-upstart-up, diminish the others argument, win the boys back on side, and/or extend the accepted dogma more and more with..... MORE BULLSHIT!
You'll see it in any beer-barn, social group, fraternity, or tennis club.
Everyone knows to not upset the mouth, or they'll use their connections to make you pay.., for insulting them with facts, or, with the truth.
Yet everyone knows they are the ones due to profit most from claiming the forests for private ownership, letting a mine go in here or there, developing environmentally sensitive coastlines, etc.
Over the past 20 years, I've been suaded to protest against the multinational corporations for their nasty behavior, and surely they have a lot to answer for, and the protest must continue, it seems.
But what happens when a local group calls a meeting to try and dig deep into what is stopping us from changing our ways?
Someone, you used to be able to be sure, on the call from the local police sergeant, the local priest, the local bighouse landowner or such, would find their way into the group, and, before you know it, there's a fight, or a slower form of division is planted, and little or no effective meeting takes place.
Over and over and over again!
So..., as corruption has such a fatalistic hold on LOCALS everywhere, perhaps our mighty Green Groups and anti-corporate stirrers, many of whom come from the corporate class itself, and for some reason or another choose to be an activist....., LOCAL rednecks, kids and loiterers..., need to band together to undermine the intentions of those who have been undermining local CHANGE?
It seems that corporations can only get what they want, usually in some way territorial, because they can rely on LOCALS to do the dirty work of puttying-up any with an Ethical Voice or such.
That I go so far as to ASSERT:
CAPITALISM IS GENOCIDE AGAINST HUMANITY!
Doesn't mean others should also go that far.
But that no-one “goes-to” the..., THE ISSUES on that fundamental LOCAL level, doesn't mean the ISSUES are toooo big, but that they live in a group of utter fucking idiots, usually old, retired coppers with filthy wives who want the best of EVERYTHING DAMN YOU!
New South Wales is going to go through a seemingly dramatic few years from now, as corruption bursts it's bank vaults with whistleblowers blowing what can no longer be kept under the floorboards.
As Mark Latham put it, making “opportunity out of adversity”, these pointers should signal everyone in NSW who would go for a real change in how corruption can so brutally prosper, to get-up and tackle local corruption at that level, whether it's one or a few blokes going and talking to the local sergeant, or the local publican, when not the same bloke, or if they is the same bloke, about doing what is Intelligent, and allowing the things typically shredded to occur. Like, for example, calling those who pull the strings in the town to adopt a different perspective.
A small band of kids going to whomever they determine has influence in one affair or another, armed with their own research on what's right and wrong about a development or mining or other decision, not plying the sympathy songs, but by being Intelligent, Tough, as Country kids are, and giving the “bigger picture” to the recipient, it might be possible to effect change to the places where it's needed most - LOCALLY.
It is a fight that President Obama is now in, that “government” does have a place, and an Honorable one to boot.
He faces severe opposition from bigboys in insurance and allied industries who want to keep health care in their utterly corrupt and totally insensitive hands.
Government in the USA has been so corrupt for so long, that it is natural for Americans to shy away from giving what is called “government” any more influence or power over their lives.
It's gonna be a rude awakening when Americans realize fully that they have been done-over bigtime for centuries by the private enterprise mobsters, and that if they leave it to them much more, they'se gonna be in it REALDeep.
Americans, like Australians have quick to realize that government has a place, which does not pander to or cater for profit-first private enterprises, but which must be allowed fully to manage the society. That's all.
People only baulk at the mention of government because they have never known one which has not been run by corrupt parties, cartels, cabals, et al.
Government has been centralized of the last two or three hundred years as if experimentally, but has always got it's way because of corruption at the grassroots levels.
If councilors, coppers, doctors, teachers et al were paid not by multinationals, but by LOCALS, then with a properly organized people, across local regions, unhealthy changes to the local village, suburb, valley council could not occur.
So, now that the messiah has been exposed as a fake, and that without LAND REFORMS Humanity is dead being THE FACT OF THE DAY, I say it is for the LOCALS EVERYWHERE to save the world, or to at least reduce the stupidity..........
In regard to NSW, while it is the most corrupt-thus-bad for the environment, it may also have the best opportunity, for a motivated Green Party to do a bit of driving, but with some clear, distinct facts and figures and POLICIES.
Policies which go the full monty and call for national land reform.
Naturally, it vies for top issue spot against education, health, jobsjobsjobs and a raise for politicians, but if I can get my head around the simplicities and resolutions inherant in land reform, then the Ian Cohens, the Lee Riannons, the Bob Browns and the plenitude of other Ethical Voices here and afar, can also.
In fact, even Bikers can unnerstand this shit!
Therefore, there are less and less reasons why New South Wales cannot vote-in a GREEN GOVERNMENT in the next state election, and I advocate that all with a bit of spunk still in their bones, begin the Greens for New South Wales Government Campaign RIGHT NOW.
Just watch those ever-so-honest old coppers and catholic wives.......!
If they accost you? THREATEN THEM WITH INTELLECT!!!
And everyone must begin telling the coppers to start wearing their badges right-way-UP!
Maybe then the retired coppers will start SMOKING the marijuana they've been growing....... the way it is made to be smoked.....?
So Gooood for your Soul!
Let me remind you, I also Advocate Reforms in Tax, Cult, Drug and Work laws too.
MISSION: FOOD & SOUL.
MISSION: FOOD & SOUL.
2nd Winter Full Moon.
Postfall 89.
Postflash 04.
2109CE estimation.
Life? What was it? Whatever it was known as, 100 years ago, it is now, not.
I call it “exiss”.
Don't ask how I manage to put these thoughts on record.
Time has evaporated, as have all signs of living Humans.
Technology however, remains, in the wrecks of office buildings, department stores and warehouses, in the cities I dare to enter.
Cities, along all coast lines I have traversed, are under water, thus uninhabited and uninhabitable.
Thankfully, the megatonnes of cement used in their construction over the couple of centuries prior to “the fall”, gave the otherwise acidifying oceans a mega-dose of alkalides as the sea levels rose globally.
For the sake of the Mutha Eartha, I am thankful, and so are the aquatic creatures, because it saved them from being boiled alive in oceans of acid.
Mutant fish are seen fairly often, as I sit on whichever coastline I choose.
“Loneliness” is a thing I long ago, even before the global wipe-up, decided was merely a state of mind, as indeed all the mind's processes are, so, while not having had Human company for some one hundred years, I am not lonely.
Here and there though, I weep, when it hits me AGAIN, that this whole episode of postfall trauma has had to be so tragic.
I still get upset, mad, angry, and still holler from the cliffs, forests, deserts or mountaintops, mainly at the extinct species I am cursed to be the last survivor from, of. But that is more a matter of Duty, Dissent, and keeping the heart, vocal cords and mouth active. I catch myself speaking to myself here and there, but usually it's just me voicing thoughts I have going, to the animals I cohabit the planet with.
But, with the forests of marijuana I've cultivated, I'm usually calm, at Peace with my own being, my own Human Being, and my own dissenting existence.
I was outlawed in the prefall, around 1980, when I realized the stupidity of the people around, around me, and around the world. Choosing Wisdom and Inner Strength soon after that, when Rome's demon church of Babylon sought to exile me, I have been a dissident since. For over 120 years.
Indeed, that, Dissent, is the only way I have lived passed the usual age of death.
As it is, I see no death of my own. It, I found, like everything the others clung so fearfully to, is an illusion. So the earlier one let's go of the fear of death, and the fear of everything else, the Happier one will be, and the longer one will live. The rest of the species thought they had conquered death, but they fooled themselves. They thought they were capable of leaving the physical body and living-on in the fourth dimension, but they failed to foresee the power of they, he, who Attained the Supreme, the Supreme of the Seventh Dimension.
They realized in their last petrifying breath that the 4th dimension was not heaven,and was not a place where all power was theirs, theirs to abuse as their deranged minds had led them to believe. Minds deranged by the very clever little arseholes of the golden calf tribe, otherwise known (to me) as the “black hole gang”.
Funny how the rest of the living Universe knew well of the bhg, yet respect of it's perilous 4D tendencies escaped the whiteskins of Eartha? Funny indeed, as they arrogantly regarded acquisition of it's powers as “an evolution” for their clever little branch of the Human species, such that they “evolved” themselves out of existence with it.
But this is my next edition of my REPORTS TO THE PAST, so the above is but a brief of my own condition, and in regard to the Cosmos, the Actual Life, these brief tales are next-to irrelevant.
Folly followed folly prefall. The idiots, Humans, refused to wake their Souls from the tauper of obesity, obesity in all they had invented, manufactured, cunningly devised and consumed. So the planet, Mutha, wiped them out.
With a little help from Her friend. Me.
By 2020, fish were almost non-existent in the river systems, as were their food-chain fellows, animal and vegetable, because of the toxicity of the lives Humans insisted upon persisting with.
Humans fished the oceans dry, which began a cycle of marine life decline, expanding exponentially over a period of fifteen to twenty years, from about 2020.
Even uptil the fall, fishermen and those carnivores who were psychotic about eating marine mammals and reptiles, marched on parliaments and in city streets protesting for their rights to work and earn money raping the oceans and killing aquatic beings as fishermen, and to enjoy them as food.
Macabre is one word for it - watching mobs of ponsey, upemselves, upclub softcoks with rough-edged seafarers taking to the streets protesting against their own insanity, in effect fighting for their right to be fucking idiots, even if it meant the end of their habitat. The end of the only planet their species managed to occupy.
Lots felt the same way as I did. Fortunately lots of them were already like myself - Outlaws, and so were not averse to the HARD TRUTH that lots of these dicksuckers deserved to be slaughtered. Many were the jokes about sweeping them up in giant buckets and nets then dumping them coldly into steel tanks to be sorted into different groups, for the mincer and cannery.
The chaos these narrowminded, self-interested myopes brought upon themselves was, even to me, the CMO of the Global Outlaw Movement, alarming, because it exposed the paucity of intelligence in most all of us - them.
Before the fall, I divorced myself from the species, recognizing they were terminally mentally ill, and that few, if any were upto speed with my own Divinations, as to the disastrous outcomes from further delay to CHANGE the whole race needed.
The planet's whole population had awakened their third eye, their occult powers, and thus were self-confidently deceived into thinking that they could IMAGINE a better future into existence. So they just kept on living as unsustainably as they had been, for at least 1600 years, since the long passed Roman take-over of what was once a Credible and Wise belief system, known uptil the fall as Judaism.
However, to expand on that, Judaism was ahead of it's time, as it was far ahead of it's own tribes.
Frugal and Devoted living held-up well, at least until their first Great Leader, Moses, was usurped at the post by the golden calf tribe (gct) while he was up the mountain, away from the throng, quietly Meditating in the Supremacy of the Silent Mind.
Several centuries later, another Great Leader, “Abraham” found the Father of Mindfulness, but fell foul of the throng when he tried to impart the Divine to the Earthly. Again, the gct won the day, or the era, and slipped cunningly in and stole the Souls of the Mob.
Over and again the Most Honorable attempts were made to Resurrect the Wisdom of the Ancients, but as usual, soon enough the cry went up again from the Prophets and Masters of the Tents and the Temples “O Lord, how long must I be with these dickheads???”
Within 3 or 4 hundred years of the Wisdom winning a place and Temple in Rome, all was pretty-much, lost, and it was all downhill from there.
One Fella, Mohomed, A Crack Intellect of the sixth century CE, saw the failings and the deceits inserted by the gct, by then of Rome and it's determination to maintain centrist control of the expansionist empire for it's elite psychoes.
Lucky for him and the Mob, he'd sent a few Putinesque spies to Constantinople, who knew when a fast one was being pulled over the minds of the mobs of verbose Francs, Greeks and Romans, the western and southern Eurapeans who thought they could justify everything with heavy doses of long-winded “philosophistry” and magic.
Lucky for him, and his mates, he had a tribe of Intelligent Souls around him, so his Divinations and observations about what was going on over in Eurape were understood.
The superspies reported back to Mohomed and his Mob that the “evil eye” was active amongst the Eurapeans, so Mohomed closed the gates and divorced His Crowd from the whiteskinned throng.
Thence-forth the planet endured about 1400 years of carnage. Carnage, more of the Purity of the Holy Soul, by the spellbinders of Eurape, centred in Rome, who decided the whole planet was theirs to conquer, so took-off a-plundering and perverting every Holy Tribe they could massacre and steal the gold from.
Periods of Light and darkness followed each other, as the bhg undermined the dullifying bliss of the peacelovers, and the peacelovers were rescued by the brutal heathens who just did not cope well with the bullshit which the lot of them came to employ in the fight to win more lambs for the slaughter. Lambs, or cannon fodder.
With the kabbala magic of the old Hebrews, Rome managed to turn the good Earth up and the gold became uranium, which was as-quick-as-lightening used to further their psychotic aims of making everything the property of Jesus Real Estate, Rome, Incorporated.
As things went, as things usually go wherever one travels in the universe, with a limited amount of terrain to plunder and squabble over, and with a limited amount of resources like FOOD any sphere can provide, and with the insatiability rampant in the lost tribes which inevitably grow from subterfuge and random promiscuity, it all came to a head in the most popular linear time date of 2020CE, marked by less dominant cultures as year 6500 or so, and others, marked merely as a counter for the records.
2010CE, 99 years ago now, and the decades after, saw an increase in acting-out by schoolkids, utterly illogical, unreasonable and outright insane behavior by so-called adults, mostly adulterated by errant school curricula and religious beliefs, and thus dramatic upsurges of social collapse, and inappropriate physical and mental behavior.
It was known uptil the flash, that the kids who in classrooms, “acted-out”, those with so-called behavioral disorders, made the Best Warriors.
“WHAT!? NO MORE CRITICAL-TO-THE-PLANET FISH TO SKOFF?!” Your classic fish-and-chip shop windows in Britain and other whiteskin nations became favorite targets for warrior children with bricks.
As did real estate agent windows, when the “NO BULLSHIT” kids realized the realtors were in essence, selling the Great Mutha Eartha purely for their own greedy pockets, stuffed with an insane mind.
What remained of butcher shops were still identifiable 20 years later, for the aroma of tonnes of scorched red meat, from the days when the warrior kids, began torching them for their horrible habit of selling meat to insane carnivorous Humans. Like bottleshops, selling alcohol to the mentally ill society?
Indeed, postfall saw plenty of nomadic yobo tribes taking to a serious and devoted ritual eating of humans.
They were mainly youngsters, left without families or any adults to help raise them, and who rightly determined that the fall was the result of spoiled industrialized, Catholo-Christian humans, and especially of hypnotized humans who ignorantly devoured animals merely to satisfy their tastebuds and lust for blood.
By postfall 70, a date around 2090 in the old time scale, or 19 years ago now, as noted in my last Report, descendants of the “hippies” had evolved to be dedicated human meat eaters, with rituals of luring idiots to their death and roasting, by invites to smoking parties, where the hippy-chips laid-on massive amounts of top-grade marijuana and hashish for the invitees to imbibe. After hours of semi-wild trance-inducing drum dances, the tucker would be so stoned and entranced they happily climbed into the cauldron to be boiled, then roasted on spits. Occasionally even a hippy-chip would succumb and offer themselves as holy tucker.
Good smokin' shit!
However! Having isolated myself from all of it 11 years before the fall, and having watched it from the 4th dimension and shadows for 85 years, it became obvious to me and my Fellow Seventh Dimension Spirits that nothing any number of Warriors and Outlaw Tribes could do would slow the desecration of the Divine Mutha Eartha and Her other living beings, by these spellbound, crazed mainstream “christianated” humans.
We Meditated upon the notion, and returned from the Inner Galaxy with the hard reality that a global human extermination was the only option.
The Souls of the Devoted and Righteous were to be transported to higher-evolved planets in near-by constellations, and the Souls of the fallen sent straight into Sol, into the Sun, for a prolonged and excruciating roasting, until she expired, some billions of earth years hence.
There, then, they, their Soul, would expire. Forever.
I chose to remain on Eartha, content with my solitude, and with the company of the planet's other beings.
Beings, mammals, reptiles, insects, et al, which I had found fifth dimensional communication with.
The flash came, and the errant species “human” went. Occasional echoes of humans and their behavior float across the atmosphere reflected by the cosmic memory.
Sometimes I weep, but at least I sleep deep and peacefully, waking each day refreshed.
Using whichever medium I feel like suits the day, I make records, and telepath them to the listeners elsewhere in the cosmos. Today, it's a computer.
Occasionally, I sit on a seaside cliff, wave and emit praise to the passing stingrays, dolphins, sharks, whales and others, who return the gestures.
Birds, large ones, circle high around, and give cries of salutation, and small ones flock around chirping and singing to flutter and lift and entertain my Soul.
Often, I fly up with them and enjoy their transcendence, and their Grace.
Often also, when I pause on a mountain, by a river, by a tranquil ocean, way out in a desert, I return from a trance of a few days or more, to find a Wise Fella, a crow, a hawk, a rosella, a lizard, a cockroach, a spider, an ant, a snake, a possum, a koala, a panda, a grizzly, a leopard, a lion, sitting right next to me, wherever I might be, lost in the same etheric space, communing in the same view.
Wise Fella Spirits in ev'ry one o' them! No lie!
Wise Fella Spirits from the Human world crossed-over to the animal realm when the flash came. Some of them accompany me wherever I travel.
Many are old postfall or postflash friends I meet when traveling some highway or forest track again, back along a favored route.
Some I meet for the first time, are hostile until they recognize who I was before the fall. It's nothing now, or then, of course, because fate has a role for all of us. It was just my lot to get the role I was given. Global Outlaw. C.M.O. Or Global Resistance Commanding Military Officer.
While I felt it was right to speak in the affirmative for my fellow Warriors, my Fellow Seventh Dimension Spirits of the Seventh Council resisted my preferences and dispatched them off to their destinies. Most all of those I identified with, made it across the threshold and now live up the tree, on nicer planets in other solar systems and constellations. We meet occasionally, telepathically, and enjoy the moments.
I stay on Eartha, in exiss, passing time with anything I choose to do. Gardening and weapons-making, are my favorites, when not riding a motorbike. I got passed the folly of drooling over my endlessly increasing collection of iron horses, acquired and added-to whenever I went to a town or city with shops and warehouses. Being the prig I am, I treat them nice and polish them here and there. But riding them is what it's all about.
So fucking nice without any other idiots AND THEREFORE WITHOUT ANY COPPERS on the roads. YES! The Last Idiot!!
Very Pleasant, also, if-not most of all, knowing no bighouse slob or tourrorist is about to trample in and take photos...........
What was the “flash”?
“It wasn't dusk. It wasn't dawn.
It just wuz Just, you were GAWN!”
Like the author in “the Matrix” said, “the programming for this universe was flawed”, and if it was left or allowed to remain alive, it would've threatened the deeper-wider-higher cosmic equation, as well as most of the higher evolved Spiritual worlds.
So you, Humans, were DELETED!
But so were “the machinerators”!
I know they lo-ved sunbaking.....
Hello Humants,
from 2109CE.,
thru Time-Gate Minus 100 -
TO: 2009CE.
2nd Regenera,
Outlaw Eartha Warlord.
Omaxa bin Eartha
C.M.O. Global.
2nd Winter Full Moon.
Postfall 89.
Postflash 04.
2109CE estimation.
Life? What was it? Whatever it was known as, 100 years ago, it is now, not.
I call it “exiss”.
Don't ask how I manage to put these thoughts on record.
Time has evaporated, as have all signs of living Humans.
Technology however, remains, in the wrecks of office buildings, department stores and warehouses, in the cities I dare to enter.
Cities, along all coast lines I have traversed, are under water, thus uninhabited and uninhabitable.
Thankfully, the megatonnes of cement used in their construction over the couple of centuries prior to “the fall”, gave the otherwise acidifying oceans a mega-dose of alkalides as the sea levels rose globally.
For the sake of the Mutha Eartha, I am thankful, and so are the aquatic creatures, because it saved them from being boiled alive in oceans of acid.
Mutant fish are seen fairly often, as I sit on whichever coastline I choose.
“Loneliness” is a thing I long ago, even before the global wipe-up, decided was merely a state of mind, as indeed all the mind's processes are, so, while not having had Human company for some one hundred years, I am not lonely.
Here and there though, I weep, when it hits me AGAIN, that this whole episode of postfall trauma has had to be so tragic.
I still get upset, mad, angry, and still holler from the cliffs, forests, deserts or mountaintops, mainly at the extinct species I am cursed to be the last survivor from, of. But that is more a matter of Duty, Dissent, and keeping the heart, vocal cords and mouth active. I catch myself speaking to myself here and there, but usually it's just me voicing thoughts I have going, to the animals I cohabit the planet with.
But, with the forests of marijuana I've cultivated, I'm usually calm, at Peace with my own being, my own Human Being, and my own dissenting existence.
I was outlawed in the prefall, around 1980, when I realized the stupidity of the people around, around me, and around the world. Choosing Wisdom and Inner Strength soon after that, when Rome's demon church of Babylon sought to exile me, I have been a dissident since. For over 120 years.
Indeed, that, Dissent, is the only way I have lived passed the usual age of death.
As it is, I see no death of my own. It, I found, like everything the others clung so fearfully to, is an illusion. So the earlier one let's go of the fear of death, and the fear of everything else, the Happier one will be, and the longer one will live. The rest of the species thought they had conquered death, but they fooled themselves. They thought they were capable of leaving the physical body and living-on in the fourth dimension, but they failed to foresee the power of they, he, who Attained the Supreme, the Supreme of the Seventh Dimension.
They realized in their last petrifying breath that the 4th dimension was not heaven,and was not a place where all power was theirs, theirs to abuse as their deranged minds had led them to believe. Minds deranged by the very clever little arseholes of the golden calf tribe, otherwise known (to me) as the “black hole gang”.
Funny how the rest of the living Universe knew well of the bhg, yet respect of it's perilous 4D tendencies escaped the whiteskins of Eartha? Funny indeed, as they arrogantly regarded acquisition of it's powers as “an evolution” for their clever little branch of the Human species, such that they “evolved” themselves out of existence with it.
But this is my next edition of my REPORTS TO THE PAST, so the above is but a brief of my own condition, and in regard to the Cosmos, the Actual Life, these brief tales are next-to irrelevant.
Folly followed folly prefall. The idiots, Humans, refused to wake their Souls from the tauper of obesity, obesity in all they had invented, manufactured, cunningly devised and consumed. So the planet, Mutha, wiped them out.
With a little help from Her friend. Me.
By 2020, fish were almost non-existent in the river systems, as were their food-chain fellows, animal and vegetable, because of the toxicity of the lives Humans insisted upon persisting with.
Humans fished the oceans dry, which began a cycle of marine life decline, expanding exponentially over a period of fifteen to twenty years, from about 2020.
Even uptil the fall, fishermen and those carnivores who were psychotic about eating marine mammals and reptiles, marched on parliaments and in city streets protesting for their rights to work and earn money raping the oceans and killing aquatic beings as fishermen, and to enjoy them as food.
Macabre is one word for it - watching mobs of ponsey, upemselves, upclub softcoks with rough-edged seafarers taking to the streets protesting against their own insanity, in effect fighting for their right to be fucking idiots, even if it meant the end of their habitat. The end of the only planet their species managed to occupy.
Lots felt the same way as I did. Fortunately lots of them were already like myself - Outlaws, and so were not averse to the HARD TRUTH that lots of these dicksuckers deserved to be slaughtered. Many were the jokes about sweeping them up in giant buckets and nets then dumping them coldly into steel tanks to be sorted into different groups, for the mincer and cannery.
The chaos these narrowminded, self-interested myopes brought upon themselves was, even to me, the CMO of the Global Outlaw Movement, alarming, because it exposed the paucity of intelligence in most all of us - them.
Before the fall, I divorced myself from the species, recognizing they were terminally mentally ill, and that few, if any were upto speed with my own Divinations, as to the disastrous outcomes from further delay to CHANGE the whole race needed.
The planet's whole population had awakened their third eye, their occult powers, and thus were self-confidently deceived into thinking that they could IMAGINE a better future into existence. So they just kept on living as unsustainably as they had been, for at least 1600 years, since the long passed Roman take-over of what was once a Credible and Wise belief system, known uptil the fall as Judaism.
However, to expand on that, Judaism was ahead of it's time, as it was far ahead of it's own tribes.
Frugal and Devoted living held-up well, at least until their first Great Leader, Moses, was usurped at the post by the golden calf tribe (gct) while he was up the mountain, away from the throng, quietly Meditating in the Supremacy of the Silent Mind.
Several centuries later, another Great Leader, “Abraham” found the Father of Mindfulness, but fell foul of the throng when he tried to impart the Divine to the Earthly. Again, the gct won the day, or the era, and slipped cunningly in and stole the Souls of the Mob.
Over and again the Most Honorable attempts were made to Resurrect the Wisdom of the Ancients, but as usual, soon enough the cry went up again from the Prophets and Masters of the Tents and the Temples “O Lord, how long must I be with these dickheads???”
Within 3 or 4 hundred years of the Wisdom winning a place and Temple in Rome, all was pretty-much, lost, and it was all downhill from there.
One Fella, Mohomed, A Crack Intellect of the sixth century CE, saw the failings and the deceits inserted by the gct, by then of Rome and it's determination to maintain centrist control of the expansionist empire for it's elite psychoes.
Lucky for him and the Mob, he'd sent a few Putinesque spies to Constantinople, who knew when a fast one was being pulled over the minds of the mobs of verbose Francs, Greeks and Romans, the western and southern Eurapeans who thought they could justify everything with heavy doses of long-winded “philosophistry” and magic.
Lucky for him, and his mates, he had a tribe of Intelligent Souls around him, so his Divinations and observations about what was going on over in Eurape were understood.
The superspies reported back to Mohomed and his Mob that the “evil eye” was active amongst the Eurapeans, so Mohomed closed the gates and divorced His Crowd from the whiteskinned throng.
Thence-forth the planet endured about 1400 years of carnage. Carnage, more of the Purity of the Holy Soul, by the spellbinders of Eurape, centred in Rome, who decided the whole planet was theirs to conquer, so took-off a-plundering and perverting every Holy Tribe they could massacre and steal the gold from.
Periods of Light and darkness followed each other, as the bhg undermined the dullifying bliss of the peacelovers, and the peacelovers were rescued by the brutal heathens who just did not cope well with the bullshit which the lot of them came to employ in the fight to win more lambs for the slaughter. Lambs, or cannon fodder.
With the kabbala magic of the old Hebrews, Rome managed to turn the good Earth up and the gold became uranium, which was as-quick-as-lightening used to further their psychotic aims of making everything the property of Jesus Real Estate, Rome, Incorporated.
As things went, as things usually go wherever one travels in the universe, with a limited amount of terrain to plunder and squabble over, and with a limited amount of resources like FOOD any sphere can provide, and with the insatiability rampant in the lost tribes which inevitably grow from subterfuge and random promiscuity, it all came to a head in the most popular linear time date of 2020CE, marked by less dominant cultures as year 6500 or so, and others, marked merely as a counter for the records.
2010CE, 99 years ago now, and the decades after, saw an increase in acting-out by schoolkids, utterly illogical, unreasonable and outright insane behavior by so-called adults, mostly adulterated by errant school curricula and religious beliefs, and thus dramatic upsurges of social collapse, and inappropriate physical and mental behavior.
It was known uptil the flash, that the kids who in classrooms, “acted-out”, those with so-called behavioral disorders, made the Best Warriors.
“WHAT!? NO MORE CRITICAL-TO-THE-PLANET FISH TO SKOFF?!” Your classic fish-and-chip shop windows in Britain and other whiteskin nations became favorite targets for warrior children with bricks.
As did real estate agent windows, when the “NO BULLSHIT” kids realized the realtors were in essence, selling the Great Mutha Eartha purely for their own greedy pockets, stuffed with an insane mind.
What remained of butcher shops were still identifiable 20 years later, for the aroma of tonnes of scorched red meat, from the days when the warrior kids, began torching them for their horrible habit of selling meat to insane carnivorous Humans. Like bottleshops, selling alcohol to the mentally ill society?
Indeed, postfall saw plenty of nomadic yobo tribes taking to a serious and devoted ritual eating of humans.
They were mainly youngsters, left without families or any adults to help raise them, and who rightly determined that the fall was the result of spoiled industrialized, Catholo-Christian humans, and especially of hypnotized humans who ignorantly devoured animals merely to satisfy their tastebuds and lust for blood.
By postfall 70, a date around 2090 in the old time scale, or 19 years ago now, as noted in my last Report, descendants of the “hippies” had evolved to be dedicated human meat eaters, with rituals of luring idiots to their death and roasting, by invites to smoking parties, where the hippy-chips laid-on massive amounts of top-grade marijuana and hashish for the invitees to imbibe. After hours of semi-wild trance-inducing drum dances, the tucker would be so stoned and entranced they happily climbed into the cauldron to be boiled, then roasted on spits. Occasionally even a hippy-chip would succumb and offer themselves as holy tucker.
Good smokin' shit!
However! Having isolated myself from all of it 11 years before the fall, and having watched it from the 4th dimension and shadows for 85 years, it became obvious to me and my Fellow Seventh Dimension Spirits that nothing any number of Warriors and Outlaw Tribes could do would slow the desecration of the Divine Mutha Eartha and Her other living beings, by these spellbound, crazed mainstream “christianated” humans.
We Meditated upon the notion, and returned from the Inner Galaxy with the hard reality that a global human extermination was the only option.
The Souls of the Devoted and Righteous were to be transported to higher-evolved planets in near-by constellations, and the Souls of the fallen sent straight into Sol, into the Sun, for a prolonged and excruciating roasting, until she expired, some billions of earth years hence.
There, then, they, their Soul, would expire. Forever.
I chose to remain on Eartha, content with my solitude, and with the company of the planet's other beings.
Beings, mammals, reptiles, insects, et al, which I had found fifth dimensional communication with.
The flash came, and the errant species “human” went. Occasional echoes of humans and their behavior float across the atmosphere reflected by the cosmic memory.
Sometimes I weep, but at least I sleep deep and peacefully, waking each day refreshed.
Using whichever medium I feel like suits the day, I make records, and telepath them to the listeners elsewhere in the cosmos. Today, it's a computer.
Occasionally, I sit on a seaside cliff, wave and emit praise to the passing stingrays, dolphins, sharks, whales and others, who return the gestures.
Birds, large ones, circle high around, and give cries of salutation, and small ones flock around chirping and singing to flutter and lift and entertain my Soul.
Often, I fly up with them and enjoy their transcendence, and their Grace.
Often also, when I pause on a mountain, by a river, by a tranquil ocean, way out in a desert, I return from a trance of a few days or more, to find a Wise Fella, a crow, a hawk, a rosella, a lizard, a cockroach, a spider, an ant, a snake, a possum, a koala, a panda, a grizzly, a leopard, a lion, sitting right next to me, wherever I might be, lost in the same etheric space, communing in the same view.
Wise Fella Spirits in ev'ry one o' them! No lie!
Wise Fella Spirits from the Human world crossed-over to the animal realm when the flash came. Some of them accompany me wherever I travel.
Many are old postfall or postflash friends I meet when traveling some highway or forest track again, back along a favored route.
Some I meet for the first time, are hostile until they recognize who I was before the fall. It's nothing now, or then, of course, because fate has a role for all of us. It was just my lot to get the role I was given. Global Outlaw. C.M.O. Or Global Resistance Commanding Military Officer.
While I felt it was right to speak in the affirmative for my fellow Warriors, my Fellow Seventh Dimension Spirits of the Seventh Council resisted my preferences and dispatched them off to their destinies. Most all of those I identified with, made it across the threshold and now live up the tree, on nicer planets in other solar systems and constellations. We meet occasionally, telepathically, and enjoy the moments.
I stay on Eartha, in exiss, passing time with anything I choose to do. Gardening and weapons-making, are my favorites, when not riding a motorbike. I got passed the folly of drooling over my endlessly increasing collection of iron horses, acquired and added-to whenever I went to a town or city with shops and warehouses. Being the prig I am, I treat them nice and polish them here and there. But riding them is what it's all about.
So fucking nice without any other idiots AND THEREFORE WITHOUT ANY COPPERS on the roads. YES! The Last Idiot!!
Very Pleasant, also, if-not most of all, knowing no bighouse slob or tourrorist is about to trample in and take photos...........
What was the “flash”?
“It wasn't dusk. It wasn't dawn.
It just wuz Just, you were GAWN!”
Like the author in “the Matrix” said, “the programming for this universe was flawed”, and if it was left or allowed to remain alive, it would've threatened the deeper-wider-higher cosmic equation, as well as most of the higher evolved Spiritual worlds.
So you, Humans, were DELETED!
But so were “the machinerators”!
I know they lo-ved sunbaking.....
Hello Humants,
from 2109CE.,
thru Time-Gate Minus 100 -
TO: 2009CE.
2nd Regenera,
Outlaw Eartha Warlord.
Omaxa bin Eartha
C.M.O. Global.
2009-08-08
Queensland Corruption?
Queensland corruption?
by Omaxa bin Eartha
31-07-09
On the border!
Listening to the recent furor about just how corrupt Queensland is, sparked by Tony Fitzgerald, the author of the groundbreaking report into Queensland corruption of 20 years ago, which sent a swathe of Qld politicians and police to prison, one finds oneself a little bemused.
Is Qld the ONLY corrupt state in Australia?
Hohoho.., and ahohoho! AND a bottle of rum!
Oh no, it is NOT.
So why is the sunshine state copping so much flack, all-of-a-sudden?
EVERYONE in Australia, well, apart from the heads of the Catholic and Anglican churches here, KNOWS that the whole fecking nation has been running supercharged on corruption since, well..., at least since the 26th January 1808, the auspicious date of the infamous “Rum Rebellion”, which as-it-happens, occurred in Sydney, which was then the only city or significant settlement on the continent, and which became the capital of the wholey, er, holey rotten state of New South Wales.
Queensland separated from NSW in the when? 1860s or so, as had Victoria, in an attempt to make a cleaner start to the landowning elite's business of running down the Aborigine and thus claiming their land for the British.
NSW was from 1808, a basket case, with mostly utterly debauched ex-convicts running amock across the terrain, which then included what are now the territories of Victoria, Queensland, South Australia and the Northern Territory, and with a bunch of not-much-better “authorities” running what should not be called the “government” from the burgeoning township of Sydney.
Attempts were honorably made, once John Macarthur, leader of the Rum Rebellion, had been dispatched back to face trial in England, to clean-up the convict state, and the records show that Governor Macquarie and co, did a fine job of it, such that the colony of NSW roared ahead in the decades thereafter.
But that's what the records show.
If one has the fortune, the misfortune really, of growing-up under the pawl of a closed-minded protectorate, where one learns nothing of the REAL state of things in the society they live in, and nothing of the abject mindsets working behind closed doors and with colluding media moguls in the REAL 'parliament' which controlled the state's rapacious development etc, it comes as a bit of a shock to have the scales torn from one's eyes on their first confrontation with such as police brutality at a protest march, or with the releasing of such as Tony Fitzgerald's Inquiry into corruption in Queensland from the 1980s, or, released reports of police or citizen brutality against Aborigines, or of Aborigine deaths in custody etc.
As a few pretty sordid “scams” have been quietly closed down recently in NSW, one, where a 30 year-old, large-scale European rich-kids illegal immigration network legitimized by the last Liberal federal government as “skilled immigration”, was exposed to a more righteous Labor federal government authority, and others which shall remain unspoken-of here, and as many-many deaths go unreported in NSW, covered up by a seriously corrupt and very powerful body of goons..., I didn't say rugby-players....! it is not unreasonable, though for the writer of such accusations yet another dangerous game to tamper-with, it is not unreasonable to suggest that Queensland is being slammed as falling back to the apartied days of Joe Bjelke-Peterson with corruption rising to boiling point, by non-other than those who want the heat taken off their own little cabals of utterly filthy, stinking, terminally rotten putrid and irreparable NEW SOUTH WALES state parliamentarians and their 201 year corrupt underling departments and officials.
Not unreasonable to suggest this....?
Well!..., I won't suggest it.
Besides, what difference does it make now, now that the whole continent has perhaps fifty-forty-thirty-ten years of life left in it, due to the horrendous CORRUPTION which has plagued the landscape to biospheric destruction since white man's first arrival? Well..., since the 1788 arrivals from Britain?
Having grown up in naivity in the town of Melbourne, Victoria, as I wrote above, sheltered from the facts of life by an agenda-ridden catholic mother, even after, while traveling alone through Vic., S.A., NSW., Queensland and the N.T., in my twenties and on, it wasn't until I ran away to northern NSW at the melting age of 43 that I learnt of the utter terror which assaulted lots of children growing-up in South Australia, which, it seemed, was the capital of child abuse to the point of endemic elitist perversion, with senior members of parliament and the “establishment” in the judiciary et al, engaged in child-sex rings, not infrequent child disappearances and other really, nasty, shit!
I seem to recall that something, but a small part, of that filth was exposed some years ago, but, as usual, fell off the headlines before long, and has not been heard of since.
Just recently, we heard about the appalling death of an Aborigine Man in the back of a security vehicle as it was transporting him across the hot West Australian countryside. That in itself says nothing directly about the generally low ethic of Western Australia, nor specifically in regard to Aborigine, but it is not a newsbreaker today to bring-up the rather endemic racist goings-on over there. Need we be reminded that “racism”, or racial and/or cultural superiority, are themselves nothing more than forms of corruption? That however, draws us into a far more Philosophical discussion, calling us to “break-down” the stereotypes we pretty-much ALL take for granted as being proper and “normal”. Whatever normal is?
Who, apart from this Outlaw investigative political journalist, is able to speak or write about the few things in WA which suit the disgustingly racist white South Africans to-a-tee, as they trot around the planet looking for somewhere similarly bigoted as the old apartied regime of PW Botha and his antecedents in South Africaans to resume their white supremacy? Is it a secret that plenty of white, pro-apartied South Africans have emigrated to Western Australia?
Not to meeeee!
Tasmania? I haven't been there since I was a school kid, so know nothing more than a few stories and a few rumors about Taswegia's two-headedness.
Surely, the 1996 Port Arthur tourist massacres by Martin Bryant count as something? Perhaps not, as it was, as far as I'm concerned, another part of the big, nasty conspiracy by the rightwing, federal-nay-international pro-Howard fascists to remove the People's last line of defense against the invading oligopolies of OH! Eurape. (Cleverly disguised as OHNO Americans!) Remember..., the Port Arthur, Martin Bryant shootings sparked the federal Liberal government's “gun-buy-back” campaign, which played upon yer average Aussie's honesty, if-not their Honor, to surrender the weapons which had until then, been aplenty throughout Australian homes and cupboards and sheds. What better way to make the citizen defenceless against an inhumane, warminded and egomaniacal oppressive regime?
I won't mention the 'rumors' I have heard before and since about volatile rural Aussies burying whole fucking container-loads of firearms and ammo in the Aussie outback!
Back then, I think it was about “race” and the Aussie Aborigine was in serious danger! But so, I suspect was the Australian Labor Party. Fortunately, I think, even the most shorthaired whiteskin Aussies are better-minded in that regard, and are more inclined to Stand next to the Bleck Fella, even next to Moslems, rather than want to shoot them. For the last ten to twenty years have taught us all a lot about “WHO” the enemy actually is. I Hope.
As I writ above, I grew-up in a semi-cloistered home, and heard a few stories about things like...., the local police sergeant from the Richmond police station, in inner eastern Melbourne in the 1960s, pouring the beers in the “Royal Hotel” I think it might have been, on any Sunday, when Sunday's were definitely NOT the day one was legally allowed to drink in a Victorian pub. If I pondered my remembrances, I could probably pull-out a few more naughty stories about the not-so-holy state of Victoria.
So SURE! Queensland is ROTTEN with corruption!
But so are the rest of the states.
CANBERRA NO LESS!
Indeedy, the A.C.T. was built in NSW for a reason duckies! So the dogs of Sydney's AND Melbourne's, elitist, pro-foreign landgrabbers could keep the limiters, the brakes, oh.., the GOVERNORS of foreign control over TRUE AUSTRALIAN PROGRESS on the national parliament, without having to travel across the desert to where our National Capital SHOULD BE, Alice Springs!
No, I'm not serious about the Alice, but Canberra is NOT whistling clean, is it? Neither has it ever been.
Especially with it's being the hothouse of FOREIGN embassies and their spoiled rotten offsprings flitting around it day-and-night, ensuring their supplies of ecstacy, marijuana, amphetamines, and every other illegal substance and multinational landgrab remain topped-up and secure.
Perhaps that's why just the other night, I flung a text message off to the head office of the ALP in Canberra, and their sycophants-in-slime at the ABC, THEIR ABC, not YOURS darlings, calling them all softcoks and indeed, traitors..............
I can never expect an apology for the terrorism I've been on the receiving end of, from any of the scum, whether in shirts with collars on backwards, or in nice, pressed outfits to suit the leather in the Houses of Reps and Senate, or in the hypnotic blue of our contstabulary, with their badges on upsidedown, like their brains, and have given-up expecting an unassailed drive from any A-to-B, to the shops, or even a peaceful night in my own bed asleep. This, because YES, THE WHOLE FECKING NATION IS FASCINATED WITH CORRUPTION, and, as I wrote, to several authorities, here and overseas, last July, as the MASSIVELY CORRUPT Catholic Pope was arriving in Australia to annoint the messiah, the whole nation's corruption, when Properly analysed, amounts to our population being seriously, and terminally MENTALLY ILL!
If you knew Queenslanders, New South Welshers and the rest, like a Wise Aborigine, or like any other True Fella knows them, you would know that slamming Queensland as sliding back into passed eras of corruption, is yet another distraction, by another branch of the terminally corrupt mobs elsewhere.
Elsewhere where the heat of overexposure is starting to burn their precious little g-spots.
You would also know that “corruption” is but the tip of the psychological iceberg of.... endemic CULTURAL insanity. An insanity which has been running rampant across the planet for oh..., about 201 years NO! Umm..., for about 1600 years.... Since that MASSIVE ACT OF CULTURAL CORRUPTION, the “Councils of Nicea”, orchestrated by the ancestors of today's elitist Eurape, the Club of Rome and their occultist advisers, the Catholic-Osirists in the Vatican.
But...., why stop there...?
Corruption seeeeems to prosper, because most of us, especially here in the unbelievably wise nation of Wrongwaylia, KNOW that corruption is the natural state of affairs for us down here in...., what do the old Hebrews call it....?
“Malkuth”! I think that translates to...., “Hell”?
(Read lately other “meanings” which may dilute my flinging-off the line that “Malkuth” is “Earth”,or, as the inference goes, that “Earth” is in fact Hell. Other philosophies say the same thing, as much, in such as the Buddhist “...All life (on Earth) is suffering...”)
Maybe THAT'S why I rode a few miles as a naïve young motorbiker with some Honorable blokes..., ER...! Blokes..., who'd been members of..... the Hell's Angels, and once or twice, with others, possibly of same in recent media attention?
Adding a tad more to this articulation of a few days ago, today, Sunday 2nd August, the SYDNEY newspaper, of such fine and respected proportions, the “Sunday Telegraph” published a “survey” (hohoho) of Queenslanders, which said that some 65% of them believed that the ALP Anna Bligh Queensland government WAS in fact becoming more like the “old” days, that it WAS sliding back into a more corrupt state.
Their ABC radio news, based also in oh Sydney, had this as an item, which they supported with proferings from an old ALP Premier Goss, who agreed.
I shuddered at this news item, for it seemed clear to MEMEME that indeed their ABC was also sliding backwards to the dark ages of biased and bigoted reportarge.
Reporting any-such 'survey' done by another rightwing, that-is anti-ALP, pro-Jo Bjelke Petersen-type news media outlet, the Sunday Telegraph, on the ABC, and leaving it at that, is not good news reporting, in my opinion, especially when it is very clear, to any seasoned listener, that a rag like the Sunday Tele IS NOT going to do a balanced survey, indeed, being based in totally corrupt (read “mentally ill”) Sydney (read “London”) it is utterly impossible for it to be balanced at all, and is only going to ask and report “calculated” questions, which limit the subject and answer to only being biased against whomever they want. In this case the government. No surprise it being an ALP government.
As with an absolutely foul “survey” done by either the same or similar maggoted and biased, that-is utterly corrupt newspaper a few years ago, which told us all that the, to my beautiful nose UGLY ex-Premier Morris Iemma was “voted as the sexiest man in Australia”, or similar distortions, this is another example of how much the headquarters of corruption in Australia-er-Wrongwaylia - Sydney - is worried about the heat increasing around it's two century-long corruption.
Being “on the border” these forested days, I had a thought of getting out of this decomposing state of NSW and tripping over the line into Queensland, even of braving the psychic heat upto Brisbane for a bit of “political asylum”, where-upon I might offer my services to darlingk Anna and cohorts, to release the heat valve for them.
But that idea stalled before I started the motor, in realising that the whole affair, about her ALP government sliding back into corrupt behaviour, was as likely a stage-managed affair, which knew no borders, like the IMF and it's global drug-running enterprises, or it's general global plan to destroy the world so that the aliens from Orion and Eurape could walk-in and grab the real estate, with no Humans left to have to massacre or fight.
I say that, somewhat sci-fied, and somewhat exaggerated, but nevertheless with sincerity, because it cannot be denied, yet IS, especially in parliamentary corridors of NSW, Victoria, South Australia, Western Australia, England, Scotland, Ireland, Eurape USA, Canada, Mexico, Myanmar, Nippon, Fiji, Taswegia and the rest of the known world, accentuated by nearly every major news media outlet on the planet, that the whole fecking sheebang, every major political system, parliament, member, and party is/are drowning in their own effluent-otherwise-known-as-CORRUPTION!
(What was that about “CORRUPTION” being a “mental illness”?)
So what is going-on ELSEWHERE in Australia, that the dogs in Rupert Murdoch's newspaper editor's office IN SYDKNEE..., and their IMF cohorts in their ABC, have to slam dear old 'Liz'bethland as in danger of WHAH!?!?! FALLING BACK into corrupt carryings-on????
If, by chance any remaining True Believers are in want of a laugh, may I suggest you/we/they stay tuned to THEIR ABC, and pad the floor as they, in their abc, paddle their bullshit around the REALPolitik ISShooos of corruption in Australia. Because it IS NOTED, that of very recent date, their abc has shifted the gear and is avoiding such matters with gusto.
I cannot help but wonder if my exposure of a large-scale illegal short-cut richkids Eurape-to-Austraylia immigration network, and included accusations that the Aunty Their ABC cavalle-er-cabal were in-on-the-traitorous-swindle has slowed their confidence and readiness to appear to be tackling the REALPolitik isshooos?
How so, I can't clarify, but there are other reasons to be a bit susspissshush?
It's as if.., they have decided the messiah isn't gonna come, so they can't be as brave as they thought they should be, could be or would be, if they knew he wuz gunna save 'em?
Sounds pretty typical of Christians, say what. “Cowards” is another apt word for their miserable lot.
And, for the books......, it's pretty clear that they at their abc, and our politicians are all softcoks..... AND traitors.
Like their bumbuddies in ASIO and other IMF, or theoretical sophistry..., orgasmizations.....
Omaxa bin Sick-O'-Th'-Lot-Of-Ya!
I wrote 99% of the above on the 31/7/09, as the media criticism of Queensland was fl-airing. The first chance to note observations and opinions drops thus on 08/08/09:
Not long, a few days, after I penned the above, the issue seemed to die?
(Are they monitoring my 'unpublished' mind?)
I might have tuned-out from news for those days, but it isn't around now.
This means corruption is a no-go-zone, across the Aust-politics media, which can only mean the bigboysandgirlies are so big their ABC bighouse mob are shitting themselves that the global mobsters-like-BAD-mobsters might well have gained an, the..., upper hand, and “WILL NOT TOLERATE FURTHER DISCUSSION ABOUT CORRUPTION!!!”
No wonder Nero fiddled while Rome burned!
If ex-Premier Peter Beattie was to return to Oz to smooth the bluff-and-distract, he'd get fecking good marks if he rode in on a black horse and started flinging mud, like REALMud right over the socio-politic of the era - CORRUPTION - ruled. KO!
In Queensland, but in the rest of the Country.
Alas! In the dominant “northern” paradigm of Britain and Eurape?
He'd have to..., whoever were to take-on the declining culture, at this fast-evolving or devolving period, have all his/their cases well sorted, backed with Pure Facts, Mathematics, and Economic Science, and a choir of HONORABLE Lawyers right-up-'is....,
Absolutely necessary would be a “Pusch” from the WHOLE “political class” as it might be determined today, featuring all branches and sides in and out of power, co-ordinated to Mount a Challenge to the “law class”, by any messiah-like-Beattie figure, who acts merely as the “Cataliyst”. A Great Ideal, but guaranteed stolen already by the black hole gang. Uhp! Murdoch's calling a meeting!
Purpose and Honor and Joy and Those Other Groovy Experiences, would be His-Her and their Armour, and Strength. Corruption melts.
Stick with the Truth.
And Enjoy the Rightful Reward.
Other wise, what the Hell?
by Omaxa bin Eartha
31-07-09
On the border!
Listening to the recent furor about just how corrupt Queensland is, sparked by Tony Fitzgerald, the author of the groundbreaking report into Queensland corruption of 20 years ago, which sent a swathe of Qld politicians and police to prison, one finds oneself a little bemused.
Is Qld the ONLY corrupt state in Australia?
Hohoho.., and ahohoho! AND a bottle of rum!
Oh no, it is NOT.
So why is the sunshine state copping so much flack, all-of-a-sudden?
EVERYONE in Australia, well, apart from the heads of the Catholic and Anglican churches here, KNOWS that the whole fecking nation has been running supercharged on corruption since, well..., at least since the 26th January 1808, the auspicious date of the infamous “Rum Rebellion”, which as-it-happens, occurred in Sydney, which was then the only city or significant settlement on the continent, and which became the capital of the wholey, er, holey rotten state of New South Wales.
Queensland separated from NSW in the when? 1860s or so, as had Victoria, in an attempt to make a cleaner start to the landowning elite's business of running down the Aborigine and thus claiming their land for the British.
NSW was from 1808, a basket case, with mostly utterly debauched ex-convicts running amock across the terrain, which then included what are now the territories of Victoria, Queensland, South Australia and the Northern Territory, and with a bunch of not-much-better “authorities” running what should not be called the “government” from the burgeoning township of Sydney.
Attempts were honorably made, once John Macarthur, leader of the Rum Rebellion, had been dispatched back to face trial in England, to clean-up the convict state, and the records show that Governor Macquarie and co, did a fine job of it, such that the colony of NSW roared ahead in the decades thereafter.
But that's what the records show.
If one has the fortune, the misfortune really, of growing-up under the pawl of a closed-minded protectorate, where one learns nothing of the REAL state of things in the society they live in, and nothing of the abject mindsets working behind closed doors and with colluding media moguls in the REAL 'parliament' which controlled the state's rapacious development etc, it comes as a bit of a shock to have the scales torn from one's eyes on their first confrontation with such as police brutality at a protest march, or with the releasing of such as Tony Fitzgerald's Inquiry into corruption in Queensland from the 1980s, or, released reports of police or citizen brutality against Aborigines, or of Aborigine deaths in custody etc.
As a few pretty sordid “scams” have been quietly closed down recently in NSW, one, where a 30 year-old, large-scale European rich-kids illegal immigration network legitimized by the last Liberal federal government as “skilled immigration”, was exposed to a more righteous Labor federal government authority, and others which shall remain unspoken-of here, and as many-many deaths go unreported in NSW, covered up by a seriously corrupt and very powerful body of goons..., I didn't say rugby-players....! it is not unreasonable, though for the writer of such accusations yet another dangerous game to tamper-with, it is not unreasonable to suggest that Queensland is being slammed as falling back to the apartied days of Joe Bjelke-Peterson with corruption rising to boiling point, by non-other than those who want the heat taken off their own little cabals of utterly filthy, stinking, terminally rotten putrid and irreparable NEW SOUTH WALES state parliamentarians and their 201 year corrupt underling departments and officials.
Not unreasonable to suggest this....?
Well!..., I won't suggest it.
Besides, what difference does it make now, now that the whole continent has perhaps fifty-forty-thirty-ten years of life left in it, due to the horrendous CORRUPTION which has plagued the landscape to biospheric destruction since white man's first arrival? Well..., since the 1788 arrivals from Britain?
Having grown up in naivity in the town of Melbourne, Victoria, as I wrote above, sheltered from the facts of life by an agenda-ridden catholic mother, even after, while traveling alone through Vic., S.A., NSW., Queensland and the N.T., in my twenties and on, it wasn't until I ran away to northern NSW at the melting age of 43 that I learnt of the utter terror which assaulted lots of children growing-up in South Australia, which, it seemed, was the capital of child abuse to the point of endemic elitist perversion, with senior members of parliament and the “establishment” in the judiciary et al, engaged in child-sex rings, not infrequent child disappearances and other really, nasty, shit!
I seem to recall that something, but a small part, of that filth was exposed some years ago, but, as usual, fell off the headlines before long, and has not been heard of since.
Just recently, we heard about the appalling death of an Aborigine Man in the back of a security vehicle as it was transporting him across the hot West Australian countryside. That in itself says nothing directly about the generally low ethic of Western Australia, nor specifically in regard to Aborigine, but it is not a newsbreaker today to bring-up the rather endemic racist goings-on over there. Need we be reminded that “racism”, or racial and/or cultural superiority, are themselves nothing more than forms of corruption? That however, draws us into a far more Philosophical discussion, calling us to “break-down” the stereotypes we pretty-much ALL take for granted as being proper and “normal”. Whatever normal is?
Who, apart from this Outlaw investigative political journalist, is able to speak or write about the few things in WA which suit the disgustingly racist white South Africans to-a-tee, as they trot around the planet looking for somewhere similarly bigoted as the old apartied regime of PW Botha and his antecedents in South Africaans to resume their white supremacy? Is it a secret that plenty of white, pro-apartied South Africans have emigrated to Western Australia?
Not to meeeee!
Tasmania? I haven't been there since I was a school kid, so know nothing more than a few stories and a few rumors about Taswegia's two-headedness.
Surely, the 1996 Port Arthur tourist massacres by Martin Bryant count as something? Perhaps not, as it was, as far as I'm concerned, another part of the big, nasty conspiracy by the rightwing, federal-nay-international pro-Howard fascists to remove the People's last line of defense against the invading oligopolies of OH! Eurape. (Cleverly disguised as OHNO Americans!) Remember..., the Port Arthur, Martin Bryant shootings sparked the federal Liberal government's “gun-buy-back” campaign, which played upon yer average Aussie's honesty, if-not their Honor, to surrender the weapons which had until then, been aplenty throughout Australian homes and cupboards and sheds. What better way to make the citizen defenceless against an inhumane, warminded and egomaniacal oppressive regime?
I won't mention the 'rumors' I have heard before and since about volatile rural Aussies burying whole fucking container-loads of firearms and ammo in the Aussie outback!
Back then, I think it was about “race” and the Aussie Aborigine was in serious danger! But so, I suspect was the Australian Labor Party. Fortunately, I think, even the most shorthaired whiteskin Aussies are better-minded in that regard, and are more inclined to Stand next to the Bleck Fella, even next to Moslems, rather than want to shoot them. For the last ten to twenty years have taught us all a lot about “WHO” the enemy actually is. I Hope.
As I writ above, I grew-up in a semi-cloistered home, and heard a few stories about things like...., the local police sergeant from the Richmond police station, in inner eastern Melbourne in the 1960s, pouring the beers in the “Royal Hotel” I think it might have been, on any Sunday, when Sunday's were definitely NOT the day one was legally allowed to drink in a Victorian pub. If I pondered my remembrances, I could probably pull-out a few more naughty stories about the not-so-holy state of Victoria.
So SURE! Queensland is ROTTEN with corruption!
But so are the rest of the states.
CANBERRA NO LESS!
Indeedy, the A.C.T. was built in NSW for a reason duckies! So the dogs of Sydney's AND Melbourne's, elitist, pro-foreign landgrabbers could keep the limiters, the brakes, oh.., the GOVERNORS of foreign control over TRUE AUSTRALIAN PROGRESS on the national parliament, without having to travel across the desert to where our National Capital SHOULD BE, Alice Springs!
No, I'm not serious about the Alice, but Canberra is NOT whistling clean, is it? Neither has it ever been.
Especially with it's being the hothouse of FOREIGN embassies and their spoiled rotten offsprings flitting around it day-and-night, ensuring their supplies of ecstacy, marijuana, amphetamines, and every other illegal substance and multinational landgrab remain topped-up and secure.
Perhaps that's why just the other night, I flung a text message off to the head office of the ALP in Canberra, and their sycophants-in-slime at the ABC, THEIR ABC, not YOURS darlings, calling them all softcoks and indeed, traitors..............
I can never expect an apology for the terrorism I've been on the receiving end of, from any of the scum, whether in shirts with collars on backwards, or in nice, pressed outfits to suit the leather in the Houses of Reps and Senate, or in the hypnotic blue of our contstabulary, with their badges on upsidedown, like their brains, and have given-up expecting an unassailed drive from any A-to-B, to the shops, or even a peaceful night in my own bed asleep. This, because YES, THE WHOLE FECKING NATION IS FASCINATED WITH CORRUPTION, and, as I wrote, to several authorities, here and overseas, last July, as the MASSIVELY CORRUPT Catholic Pope was arriving in Australia to annoint the messiah, the whole nation's corruption, when Properly analysed, amounts to our population being seriously, and terminally MENTALLY ILL!
If you knew Queenslanders, New South Welshers and the rest, like a Wise Aborigine, or like any other True Fella knows them, you would know that slamming Queensland as sliding back into passed eras of corruption, is yet another distraction, by another branch of the terminally corrupt mobs elsewhere.
Elsewhere where the heat of overexposure is starting to burn their precious little g-spots.
You would also know that “corruption” is but the tip of the psychological iceberg of.... endemic CULTURAL insanity. An insanity which has been running rampant across the planet for oh..., about 201 years NO! Umm..., for about 1600 years.... Since that MASSIVE ACT OF CULTURAL CORRUPTION, the “Councils of Nicea”, orchestrated by the ancestors of today's elitist Eurape, the Club of Rome and their occultist advisers, the Catholic-Osirists in the Vatican.
But...., why stop there...?
Corruption seeeeems to prosper, because most of us, especially here in the unbelievably wise nation of Wrongwaylia, KNOW that corruption is the natural state of affairs for us down here in...., what do the old Hebrews call it....?
“Malkuth”! I think that translates to...., “Hell”?
(Read lately other “meanings” which may dilute my flinging-off the line that “Malkuth” is “Earth”,or, as the inference goes, that “Earth” is in fact Hell. Other philosophies say the same thing, as much, in such as the Buddhist “...All life (on Earth) is suffering...”)
Maybe THAT'S why I rode a few miles as a naïve young motorbiker with some Honorable blokes..., ER...! Blokes..., who'd been members of..... the Hell's Angels, and once or twice, with others, possibly of same in recent media attention?
Adding a tad more to this articulation of a few days ago, today, Sunday 2nd August, the SYDNEY newspaper, of such fine and respected proportions, the “Sunday Telegraph” published a “survey” (hohoho) of Queenslanders, which said that some 65% of them believed that the ALP Anna Bligh Queensland government WAS in fact becoming more like the “old” days, that it WAS sliding back into a more corrupt state.
Their ABC radio news, based also in oh Sydney, had this as an item, which they supported with proferings from an old ALP Premier Goss, who agreed.
I shuddered at this news item, for it seemed clear to MEMEME that indeed their ABC was also sliding backwards to the dark ages of biased and bigoted reportarge.
Reporting any-such 'survey' done by another rightwing, that-is anti-ALP, pro-Jo Bjelke Petersen-type news media outlet, the Sunday Telegraph, on the ABC, and leaving it at that, is not good news reporting, in my opinion, especially when it is very clear, to any seasoned listener, that a rag like the Sunday Tele IS NOT going to do a balanced survey, indeed, being based in totally corrupt (read “mentally ill”) Sydney (read “London”) it is utterly impossible for it to be balanced at all, and is only going to ask and report “calculated” questions, which limit the subject and answer to only being biased against whomever they want. In this case the government. No surprise it being an ALP government.
As with an absolutely foul “survey” done by either the same or similar maggoted and biased, that-is utterly corrupt newspaper a few years ago, which told us all that the, to my beautiful nose UGLY ex-Premier Morris Iemma was “voted as the sexiest man in Australia”, or similar distortions, this is another example of how much the headquarters of corruption in Australia-er-Wrongwaylia - Sydney - is worried about the heat increasing around it's two century-long corruption.
Being “on the border” these forested days, I had a thought of getting out of this decomposing state of NSW and tripping over the line into Queensland, even of braving the psychic heat upto Brisbane for a bit of “political asylum”, where-upon I might offer my services to darlingk Anna and cohorts, to release the heat valve for them.
But that idea stalled before I started the motor, in realising that the whole affair, about her ALP government sliding back into corrupt behaviour, was as likely a stage-managed affair, which knew no borders, like the IMF and it's global drug-running enterprises, or it's general global plan to destroy the world so that the aliens from Orion and Eurape could walk-in and grab the real estate, with no Humans left to have to massacre or fight.
I say that, somewhat sci-fied, and somewhat exaggerated, but nevertheless with sincerity, because it cannot be denied, yet IS, especially in parliamentary corridors of NSW, Victoria, South Australia, Western Australia, England, Scotland, Ireland, Eurape USA, Canada, Mexico, Myanmar, Nippon, Fiji, Taswegia and the rest of the known world, accentuated by nearly every major news media outlet on the planet, that the whole fecking sheebang, every major political system, parliament, member, and party is/are drowning in their own effluent-otherwise-known-as-CORRUPTION!
(What was that about “CORRUPTION” being a “mental illness”?)
So what is going-on ELSEWHERE in Australia, that the dogs in Rupert Murdoch's newspaper editor's office IN SYDKNEE..., and their IMF cohorts in their ABC, have to slam dear old 'Liz'bethland as in danger of WHAH!?!?! FALLING BACK into corrupt carryings-on????
If, by chance any remaining True Believers are in want of a laugh, may I suggest you/we/they stay tuned to THEIR ABC, and pad the floor as they, in their abc, paddle their bullshit around the REALPolitik ISShooos of corruption in Australia. Because it IS NOTED, that of very recent date, their abc has shifted the gear and is avoiding such matters with gusto.
I cannot help but wonder if my exposure of a large-scale illegal short-cut richkids Eurape-to-Austraylia immigration network, and included accusations that the Aunty Their ABC cavalle-er-cabal were in-on-the-traitorous-swindle has slowed their confidence and readiness to appear to be tackling the REALPolitik isshooos?
How so, I can't clarify, but there are other reasons to be a bit susspissshush?
It's as if.., they have decided the messiah isn't gonna come, so they can't be as brave as they thought they should be, could be or would be, if they knew he wuz gunna save 'em?
Sounds pretty typical of Christians, say what. “Cowards” is another apt word for their miserable lot.
And, for the books......, it's pretty clear that they at their abc, and our politicians are all softcoks..... AND traitors.
Like their bumbuddies in ASIO and other IMF, or theoretical sophistry..., orgasmizations.....
Omaxa bin Sick-O'-Th'-Lot-Of-Ya!
I wrote 99% of the above on the 31/7/09, as the media criticism of Queensland was fl-airing. The first chance to note observations and opinions drops thus on 08/08/09:
Not long, a few days, after I penned the above, the issue seemed to die?
(Are they monitoring my 'unpublished' mind?)
I might have tuned-out from news for those days, but it isn't around now.
This means corruption is a no-go-zone, across the Aust-politics media, which can only mean the bigboysandgirlies are so big their ABC bighouse mob are shitting themselves that the global mobsters-like-BAD-mobsters might well have gained an, the..., upper hand, and “WILL NOT TOLERATE FURTHER DISCUSSION ABOUT CORRUPTION!!!”
No wonder Nero fiddled while Rome burned!
If ex-Premier Peter Beattie was to return to Oz to smooth the bluff-and-distract, he'd get fecking good marks if he rode in on a black horse and started flinging mud, like REALMud right over the socio-politic of the era - CORRUPTION - ruled. KO!
In Queensland, but in the rest of the Country.
Alas! In the dominant “northern” paradigm of Britain and Eurape?
He'd have to..., whoever were to take-on the declining culture, at this fast-evolving or devolving period, have all his/their cases well sorted, backed with Pure Facts, Mathematics, and Economic Science, and a choir of HONORABLE Lawyers right-up-'is....,
Absolutely necessary would be a “Pusch” from the WHOLE “political class” as it might be determined today, featuring all branches and sides in and out of power, co-ordinated to Mount a Challenge to the “law class”, by any messiah-like-Beattie figure, who acts merely as the “Cataliyst”. A Great Ideal, but guaranteed stolen already by the black hole gang. Uhp! Murdoch's calling a meeting!
Purpose and Honor and Joy and Those Other Groovy Experiences, would be His-Her and their Armour, and Strength. Corruption melts.
Stick with the Truth.
And Enjoy the Rightful Reward.
Other wise, what the Hell?
2009-08-06
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman”!
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Program”?
The last words of the last dream, this Tuesday morning.
A spirit came to me, with Strong vibes, kicking me in the chest, with a sharp platform-type shoe.
I went to her, she, with her friends, grabbed her by her hair on top of her head, and berated her, saying she “treat me like that, she only gonna make it worse!”.
Then, I was elsewhere, going about my business, and she was there again, to the side.
I saw her clearly, full, Strong, amidst five, six or more children.
SHE..., was looking at me, smiling a friendly, mushy smile, then walked to me and wrapped her arms briefly around my neck, thumping mystical warmth into my heart, with a quick kiss.
Then we were on a suburban street. As if together. We talked, asked questions, then argued, told each other we didn't care.
Then, I was holding her, on her back. She transformed into a hard but Strong image. Powerful eyes, as if to say “LOOK AT THESE EYES! Of course I am what I say I am!”
Yes.., She WAS POWERFUL!
I asked her if SHE, is
Aborigine??
All shiney and white skin, blonde hair, blimbo blue eyes!?
“Where you from?” I asked.
She came forward, to my ear, and with the Strong Strong tone of voice, reminiscent of a True, long-lived Aborigine Woman, softly spoke Strong and Deep, as if She was a thousand STRONG and TRUE Aborigine Women saying it at once “Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Program”.
I woke with a start!
Shuddering, racing in my heart.
Feeling like SHE had come back, TO ME, after 5, 10, 5,000 generations, from where my, OUR Ancestors, Gurnai/Worrowong People of south Gippsland, were massacred, stolen, stolen again, lied to and stolen over again, until they became “Christians”. Until like our Regal, Godly Ancestors didn't ever exist in the white man's books.
Feeling like SHE had come back!
“What for?” But to reclaim OUR PEOPLE'S Country, Land, World, Dreaming, Planet, Bliss.
I rolled in my bed. Alone, like for the last twenty years. Slept again. Woke-up later, wrestled with a stranger, and again, as I thought of who this Dreaming Woman was, IS?
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman?”
I wanna BELIEVE it!
Mind, runs wild again with doubt, that killer of Hope. “Jus' a dream!” Women are good at playing with dreams, making men do what they oughtn't? Believe what they oughtn't?
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman”!
Drained, I rest a while. Slowly I address the day.
SHE, stays in my mind..... I delay, and delay more.
What for?
Whose making me suffer?
Why.....?
Don't ask!
Don't ask!
Don't care!
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Program”.
WHAT “Program???”
Dreams? Wanna sleep some more! To Dream. Dream, about HER!
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman”!
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman”!
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman”!
The last words of the last dream, this Tuesday morning.
A spirit came to me, with Strong vibes, kicking me in the chest, with a sharp platform-type shoe.
I went to her, she, with her friends, grabbed her by her hair on top of her head, and berated her, saying she “treat me like that, she only gonna make it worse!”.
Then, I was elsewhere, going about my business, and she was there again, to the side.
I saw her clearly, full, Strong, amidst five, six or more children.
SHE..., was looking at me, smiling a friendly, mushy smile, then walked to me and wrapped her arms briefly around my neck, thumping mystical warmth into my heart, with a quick kiss.
Then we were on a suburban street. As if together. We talked, asked questions, then argued, told each other we didn't care.
Then, I was holding her, on her back. She transformed into a hard but Strong image. Powerful eyes, as if to say “LOOK AT THESE EYES! Of course I am what I say I am!”
Yes.., She WAS POWERFUL!
I asked her if SHE, is
Aborigine??
All shiney and white skin, blonde hair, blimbo blue eyes!?
“Where you from?” I asked.
She came forward, to my ear, and with the Strong Strong tone of voice, reminiscent of a True, long-lived Aborigine Woman, softly spoke Strong and Deep, as if She was a thousand STRONG and TRUE Aborigine Women saying it at once “Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Program”.
I woke with a start!
Shuddering, racing in my heart.
Feeling like SHE had come back, TO ME, after 5, 10, 5,000 generations, from where my, OUR Ancestors, Gurnai/Worrowong People of south Gippsland, were massacred, stolen, stolen again, lied to and stolen over again, until they became “Christians”. Until like our Regal, Godly Ancestors didn't ever exist in the white man's books.
Feeling like SHE had come back!
“What for?” But to reclaim OUR PEOPLE'S Country, Land, World, Dreaming, Planet, Bliss.
I rolled in my bed. Alone, like for the last twenty years. Slept again. Woke-up later, wrestled with a stranger, and again, as I thought of who this Dreaming Woman was, IS?
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman?”
I wanna BELIEVE it!
Mind, runs wild again with doubt, that killer of Hope. “Jus' a dream!” Women are good at playing with dreams, making men do what they oughtn't? Believe what they oughtn't?
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman”!
Drained, I rest a while. Slowly I address the day.
SHE, stays in my mind..... I delay, and delay more.
What for?
Whose making me suffer?
Why.....?
Don't ask!
Don't ask!
Don't care!
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Program”.
WHAT “Program???”
Dreams? Wanna sleep some more! To Dream. Dream, about HER!
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman”!
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman”!
“Gurnai Tribe, Worrowong Woman”!
“Where You Coming From?”
The following is a True story about myself, Max Nichols Cook-Meredith-O'Brien. aka Omaxa bin Eartha - OUTLAW, for GLOBAL Land, Tax, Cult, Drug and Work LAW REFORM.
Just one story, which I put on paper recently, to give to those who assume the right to employ supernatural powers against myself. Me, who has been secretly 'built' from 2 generations before my conception, & since mythologized as 'master of the world' by the Theosophical Society, a 'returned messiah', by my mother and her Catholics, as 'merlin', by the Freemasons and Mormons, and as the 'merovingian' by another group of western European Christians, and yet more, as the anti-christ by another collective of anti-religious Brit-Eurapean idiots.
I am none of the above. I am a “Democrat, not a theocrat”. All of the above groups, which include ALL of today's religions and political parties ex-Britain, Eurape, USA, Australia, etc., are quite insane, thus, even if I were a leader of their mold, I would NOT lead, nor save any of them. Australian and Brit-European police and secret services, zionist and Christian, have been messing with my life for decades, because of this rubbish, both as supporters and as detractors. It's ironic that they have also been ensuring I do not die. Just 'suffer'. The reasons are complex and not for this moment.
The supernatural forces on this planet are many, and, indeed, many are terrible and evil, even while they and their mentally ill (that-is hypnotized) minions, 'think' they are good. The 'western, first world' 'Christian' capitalists and societies, are in the main of this latter group.
All who employ their own supernatural powers to satisfy their own excessive selfish and or cultural beliefs, are dangerously stupid, “hypnotized” in-the-main. To submit to the demands of today's dominant supernatural forces, the “magicians” of Britain and Europe, is unworthy of any Human Being, and makes the person unfit and unworthy of life. Beyond the Supreme Spark within ALL Life, you must be master of your own minds, hearts and Souls. You can only attain to this by obeying and living completely within the Great Law of the Land. Occult force upon another's Soul, mind and heart is not being that Human Being, you or anyone else believes they are. Arrest your own chattering, idiot-mind and stop harming the world's future chances. The ONLY Method, is “Silent Mind Meditation”, for hours each day.
As the majority of 'modern' Humans will not stop abusing/misusing their own Soul, thus this Natural World, refusing to break-out of the hypnotic spells of an old and extremely psychotic British and European zionist, Judeo-Christian elite, they, their families and this planet, do not have a bright future. A curse upon all the “forces” who protect this white, “Christian abusive 'western' culture, and upon all who profit from it. Feel free to pass this on to your cult and corporation leaders and management.
Omaxa bin Eartha.
“Where You Coming From?”
He spent most of his life asking himself that.
A few times he'd asked his parents, who told him something, or another.
When he was a child, in his bed, he thought he was hearing voices, as if they were calling him..., from deep underground.
Ominous they were, though he didn't know that word then.
As an eight year old, he told himself he was imagining them, and let 'em go.
Forty-five years after, he still remembered them, remembered them as if they were here and now, calling, muffled, in pain, as if a great injustice had occurred, and as if he was the fella who had to set it right.
From beyond the grave, he thought they were.
For forty-or more years he got on with what he figured was “life”.
Drinking, taking drugs, riding motorbikes REAL fast. Writing poetry, going to night school, writing essays in his spare time. Reading newpapers and following politics.
Going to hospital with broken legs, ribs, nose, jawbones. Loving women, making friends, breaking-up, fighting, drinking, trying to think.
Over thirty years of this he had plenty of time to “think”. Alone, in bed, on his motorbike, in hospital, in psyche wards, in the bush.
Like most people, he asked “religion”, found them wanting, then studied deep, eclectic Philosophy for 20 years. Still does.
Thinking was what his “Dad”, his step-Dad really, urged of him. “THINK! MAN, THINK!” he'd retort to the boy's pesty questions.
A brick onto the back of his head, head-first onto a submerged tree in a creek, a split skull, several concussions before he was 25, gave him time to “THINK, MAN THINK!”
Dreams'd make him think. A dream of riding his motorbike home REAL fast passed a bright light, made him think.
A sign! A sign?
He kept drinking, smoking, riding REAL fast. Going home alone, pissed, stoned, not remembering most of it.
One day he was inspired to find the meaning of his name.
He serfed the internet and found out.
He got drunk, then drove 2,000 miles to ask his mum, who laughed and told him he needed to see a psychiatrist.
So he did.
They told him and the cops he was delusional, and locked him up.
Too hard. So, after, he kept smoking and drinking and getting pushed around by all and sundry, Christians and anti-Christians, and the cops.
Curses flew left and right. High and low.
Hate was his retreat. Humans were his enemy.
No forgiveness. No mercy.
Doom, for those who made that their bed.
Christians said he was Jesus. To anti-Christians he was “the Merovingian”.
Freemasons called him Merlin. Atheists just callously laughed.
He shunned all of them.
Fools! Evil, hypnotized fools.
Gods? Spirits? Ghosts? Demons? Angels? Didn't know or care if they existed or not.
Fifty-four years of being victim to strange occurances, made him sure, to himself, that they did exist.
But he was fifty two before he knew whose that voice was, calling from deep underground..., for justice.
Grand-Pop! Step-Grand-Pop. Murdered not four feet from where the kid had slept almost every night of his first twenty years.
Murdered by the kid's mum! His mum, “stolen” from her Aborigine Dad by St Joseph's Catholic convent when she was 9 years old.
Grand-Pop murdered, in the same room, in the same hour, the kid was being conceived! By his own mother, as his REAL dad, her extra-marital lover, a bloke from the same convent, lay in her bed and watched!
“Just remember to forgive!” she used to say, sitting, staring at him, as he writhed in pain on his childhood bed, night after night. “Forgive WHO?” He'd ask again. She'd yell “SHUSH! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE!”
And at 54 years of age, the brainless, sick, gutless cops and their snitches, call him “mentally ill”?
“Where You Coming From, Catholic shrink? Catholic copper?”
He likes the camp fire, especially on cold winter mountain nights, in the bush where he stops. The tiny birds, the Rosellas, passing his spot in the day. The growl of the passing Koala, late at night. The stars! The stars!
His old classical guitar still makes the air “twang” here and there.
His mum, and a swathe of idiots keep haunting him from the world of shadows 24/7. She, changing her story each time he digs-up another tragedy.
Now the whole world wants him to forgive them. Wants him to “come back!” His magic was making them all rich, and now he's gone, they'se worried where their 30 pieces of spoilings are going to come from.
“When it rains fire...”, he says to them, from the forest. “For now, you've all received your reward. It's comin' th' time, when you're all gonna have to swim for it....”
Then they will know, where they have been coming from.....
No air conditioners,' fans, fire hoses, grog shops, down there.....
Just one story, which I put on paper recently, to give to those who assume the right to employ supernatural powers against myself. Me, who has been secretly 'built' from 2 generations before my conception, & since mythologized as 'master of the world' by the Theosophical Society, a 'returned messiah', by my mother and her Catholics, as 'merlin', by the Freemasons and Mormons, and as the 'merovingian' by another group of western European Christians, and yet more, as the anti-christ by another collective of anti-religious Brit-Eurapean idiots.
I am none of the above. I am a “Democrat, not a theocrat”. All of the above groups, which include ALL of today's religions and political parties ex-Britain, Eurape, USA, Australia, etc., are quite insane, thus, even if I were a leader of their mold, I would NOT lead, nor save any of them. Australian and Brit-European police and secret services, zionist and Christian, have been messing with my life for decades, because of this rubbish, both as supporters and as detractors. It's ironic that they have also been ensuring I do not die. Just 'suffer'. The reasons are complex and not for this moment.
The supernatural forces on this planet are many, and, indeed, many are terrible and evil, even while they and their mentally ill (that-is hypnotized) minions, 'think' they are good. The 'western, first world' 'Christian' capitalists and societies, are in the main of this latter group.
All who employ their own supernatural powers to satisfy their own excessive selfish and or cultural beliefs, are dangerously stupid, “hypnotized” in-the-main. To submit to the demands of today's dominant supernatural forces, the “magicians” of Britain and Europe, is unworthy of any Human Being, and makes the person unfit and unworthy of life. Beyond the Supreme Spark within ALL Life, you must be master of your own minds, hearts and Souls. You can only attain to this by obeying and living completely within the Great Law of the Land. Occult force upon another's Soul, mind and heart is not being that Human Being, you or anyone else believes they are. Arrest your own chattering, idiot-mind and stop harming the world's future chances. The ONLY Method, is “Silent Mind Meditation”, for hours each day.
As the majority of 'modern' Humans will not stop abusing/misusing their own Soul, thus this Natural World, refusing to break-out of the hypnotic spells of an old and extremely psychotic British and European zionist, Judeo-Christian elite, they, their families and this planet, do not have a bright future. A curse upon all the “forces” who protect this white, “Christian abusive 'western' culture, and upon all who profit from it. Feel free to pass this on to your cult and corporation leaders and management.
Omaxa bin Eartha.
“Where You Coming From?”
He spent most of his life asking himself that.
A few times he'd asked his parents, who told him something, or another.
When he was a child, in his bed, he thought he was hearing voices, as if they were calling him..., from deep underground.
Ominous they were, though he didn't know that word then.
As an eight year old, he told himself he was imagining them, and let 'em go.
Forty-five years after, he still remembered them, remembered them as if they were here and now, calling, muffled, in pain, as if a great injustice had occurred, and as if he was the fella who had to set it right.
From beyond the grave, he thought they were.
For forty-or more years he got on with what he figured was “life”.
Drinking, taking drugs, riding motorbikes REAL fast. Writing poetry, going to night school, writing essays in his spare time. Reading newpapers and following politics.
Going to hospital with broken legs, ribs, nose, jawbones. Loving women, making friends, breaking-up, fighting, drinking, trying to think.
Over thirty years of this he had plenty of time to “think”. Alone, in bed, on his motorbike, in hospital, in psyche wards, in the bush.
Like most people, he asked “religion”, found them wanting, then studied deep, eclectic Philosophy for 20 years. Still does.
Thinking was what his “Dad”, his step-Dad really, urged of him. “THINK! MAN, THINK!” he'd retort to the boy's pesty questions.
A brick onto the back of his head, head-first onto a submerged tree in a creek, a split skull, several concussions before he was 25, gave him time to “THINK, MAN THINK!”
Dreams'd make him think. A dream of riding his motorbike home REAL fast passed a bright light, made him think.
A sign! A sign?
He kept drinking, smoking, riding REAL fast. Going home alone, pissed, stoned, not remembering most of it.
One day he was inspired to find the meaning of his name.
He serfed the internet and found out.
He got drunk, then drove 2,000 miles to ask his mum, who laughed and told him he needed to see a psychiatrist.
So he did.
They told him and the cops he was delusional, and locked him up.
Too hard. So, after, he kept smoking and drinking and getting pushed around by all and sundry, Christians and anti-Christians, and the cops.
Curses flew left and right. High and low.
Hate was his retreat. Humans were his enemy.
No forgiveness. No mercy.
Doom, for those who made that their bed.
Christians said he was Jesus. To anti-Christians he was “the Merovingian”.
Freemasons called him Merlin. Atheists just callously laughed.
He shunned all of them.
Fools! Evil, hypnotized fools.
Gods? Spirits? Ghosts? Demons? Angels? Didn't know or care if they existed or not.
Fifty-four years of being victim to strange occurances, made him sure, to himself, that they did exist.
But he was fifty two before he knew whose that voice was, calling from deep underground..., for justice.
Grand-Pop! Step-Grand-Pop. Murdered not four feet from where the kid had slept almost every night of his first twenty years.
Murdered by the kid's mum! His mum, “stolen” from her Aborigine Dad by St Joseph's Catholic convent when she was 9 years old.
Grand-Pop murdered, in the same room, in the same hour, the kid was being conceived! By his own mother, as his REAL dad, her extra-marital lover, a bloke from the same convent, lay in her bed and watched!
“Just remember to forgive!” she used to say, sitting, staring at him, as he writhed in pain on his childhood bed, night after night. “Forgive WHO?” He'd ask again. She'd yell “SHUSH! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE!”
And at 54 years of age, the brainless, sick, gutless cops and their snitches, call him “mentally ill”?
“Where You Coming From, Catholic shrink? Catholic copper?”
He likes the camp fire, especially on cold winter mountain nights, in the bush where he stops. The tiny birds, the Rosellas, passing his spot in the day. The growl of the passing Koala, late at night. The stars! The stars!
His old classical guitar still makes the air “twang” here and there.
His mum, and a swathe of idiots keep haunting him from the world of shadows 24/7. She, changing her story each time he digs-up another tragedy.
Now the whole world wants him to forgive them. Wants him to “come back!” His magic was making them all rich, and now he's gone, they'se worried where their 30 pieces of spoilings are going to come from.
“When it rains fire...”, he says to them, from the forest. “For now, you've all received your reward. It's comin' th' time, when you're all gonna have to swim for it....”
Then they will know, where they have been coming from.....
No air conditioners,' fans, fire hoses, grog shops, down there.....
What Do Today's True Fellas Actually DO?
What Do Today's True Fellas Actually DO?
Ist of August 2009.
Well..., when they'se not corroberrating together across cultural divides, they would be Meditating, for upto hours each day. They'd be keeping their bodies healthy, learning, practicing and Teaching any of the Tried and True Martial Arts, with relaxing, stretching sessions of Yoga, and Ideally, eating healthy vegetarian tucker after.
They'd be, where they need, learning how to read and write, to help 'emselves expand their minds into the Realm of Intellect, thus be able to quaff the Intellectual Beauties in other Culture's Philosophy and Wisdom.
When they'se not bashin' some Intelligence into coppers, and teaching them to wear their badge right-way-up, they'se teaching themselves, their families and anyone who wants to know, how to save spending their hard-earned cheeze-crackers on products sold in the big stores, sold by the tyrannies for upwards of five thousand percent mark-up from production-price to store-shelf-price, by making power supplies for the house, shed, garage, vehicle and other bits-and-pieces from second-hand recycled stuff, safely, cheaply, and very easily.
They are not fooled by fancy appearances, in cloth or products, but learn to Know and Teach Quality, Value, Integrity, Worth and Beauty.
They'd be familiar with and well-versed in the Law, and not in need of thieving liars-oh-the-lawyers, and thus be able to take-to-task the false laws enforced upon all by idiot police forces, weak judiciaries and false politicians, and to, BY CONSENSUS, bring all governments to Institute Proper Law, based on Righteous and Divine LAND Laws.
They'd be following Righteous Ways of living in the most economical way, that-is, in the same way the tyrannies have used against the Masses - in Economies-of-Scale - such that the stuff they know and own is shared between Trustworthy Families and Communities, where Knowledge on the most important things in Life is shared, not kept under a bushel. Knowledge about what EVERYONE needs to be Content, Secure, Happy and Wise.
Knowledge, first, on How to Relate with the Supreme Spirit, thence on how to relate with themselves, their fellow People, and in Mathematical, Economic terms on how to relate with THE LAND.
They'd be educated on technology so that they can make solar panels, power inverters, wind generators, hydro-power, domestic and light industrial power and water supplies, for next to nothing, especially when compared to shop retail prices. Power-producing equipment and energy, Locally made and distributed, enough to not be forced to depend upon the multinational tyrants who want to have control of everyone's energy needs and supplies.
They'd be well-versed in Environmentally Friendly ways, products and fuels, and on how to produce them for no cost, to themselves, to their neighbours and to the environment.
They'd know that enormous deadly power stations, coal mines, nuclear energy megastructures were all BULLSHIT, and in a Wise and Ingenious world, totally unnecessary and totally unwanted by 99 percent of Humanity.
They'd be specialists on all these, as well as on how to actually remediate the environment where it has been damaged.
They'd acquire and popularize the knowledge on what goes into making a self-sustaining ecosystem, be-it in a loungeroom/kitchen herbarium, household garden or in a rainforest, from soil and water “ph” balances to micro-organisms to insects to reptiles to mammals to vines and trees.
They'd know how to focus their time and talents so that the best individual in one field or another was enabled by the Whole Community to educe their own Qualities into whichever field of employ and emplay they found most beneficially suits them.
They'd be doing everything possible for everyone who wants to know, which is EVERYONE, on how to eliminate the biggest drain on their savings and on their Souls - the retail middleman - in education, in wage-earning, in food production and refining, in the making and or acquisition of quality, long-lasting products for the house, paddock and forest. For work, rest and play.
They'd make reading and studying Bercholt Brecht's story “A Threepenny Novel”, and Henry George's book “Social Problems” part of every child's schooling.
They'd be Fit in Mind, Heart and Soul enough to put-pay to the lies and myths about dangerous beliefs like “competitive markets”, “let the market rule”, “real estate speculation” “nuclear housing and families” “ambitious desires (asking for more than is proper) for high-paying employment in an immoral, unethical company, trade or profession” “capitalism”, “leave it to the authorities”, “Christianity” and other methods tyranny uses to profit from the death of the planet, from death of the habitat, from death of the Species “Homo Sapiens” “MAN, THE WISE”.
They'd be unafraid to die for the Common Weal, the Well-Being of the Righteous Group, Tribe, Mob, Gang and Planet.
That's what Today's True Fellas Actually DO.
Well..., starting tomorrow...?
Ist of August 2009.
Well..., when they'se not corroberrating together across cultural divides, they would be Meditating, for upto hours each day. They'd be keeping their bodies healthy, learning, practicing and Teaching any of the Tried and True Martial Arts, with relaxing, stretching sessions of Yoga, and Ideally, eating healthy vegetarian tucker after.
They'd be, where they need, learning how to read and write, to help 'emselves expand their minds into the Realm of Intellect, thus be able to quaff the Intellectual Beauties in other Culture's Philosophy and Wisdom.
When they'se not bashin' some Intelligence into coppers, and teaching them to wear their badge right-way-up, they'se teaching themselves, their families and anyone who wants to know, how to save spending their hard-earned cheeze-crackers on products sold in the big stores, sold by the tyrannies for upwards of five thousand percent mark-up from production-price to store-shelf-price, by making power supplies for the house, shed, garage, vehicle and other bits-and-pieces from second-hand recycled stuff, safely, cheaply, and very easily.
They are not fooled by fancy appearances, in cloth or products, but learn to Know and Teach Quality, Value, Integrity, Worth and Beauty.
They'd be familiar with and well-versed in the Law, and not in need of thieving liars-oh-the-lawyers, and thus be able to take-to-task the false laws enforced upon all by idiot police forces, weak judiciaries and false politicians, and to, BY CONSENSUS, bring all governments to Institute Proper Law, based on Righteous and Divine LAND Laws.
They'd be following Righteous Ways of living in the most economical way, that-is, in the same way the tyrannies have used against the Masses - in Economies-of-Scale - such that the stuff they know and own is shared between Trustworthy Families and Communities, where Knowledge on the most important things in Life is shared, not kept under a bushel. Knowledge about what EVERYONE needs to be Content, Secure, Happy and Wise.
Knowledge, first, on How to Relate with the Supreme Spirit, thence on how to relate with themselves, their fellow People, and in Mathematical, Economic terms on how to relate with THE LAND.
They'd be educated on technology so that they can make solar panels, power inverters, wind generators, hydro-power, domestic and light industrial power and water supplies, for next to nothing, especially when compared to shop retail prices. Power-producing equipment and energy, Locally made and distributed, enough to not be forced to depend upon the multinational tyrants who want to have control of everyone's energy needs and supplies.
They'd be well-versed in Environmentally Friendly ways, products and fuels, and on how to produce them for no cost, to themselves, to their neighbours and to the environment.
They'd know that enormous deadly power stations, coal mines, nuclear energy megastructures were all BULLSHIT, and in a Wise and Ingenious world, totally unnecessary and totally unwanted by 99 percent of Humanity.
They'd be specialists on all these, as well as on how to actually remediate the environment where it has been damaged.
They'd acquire and popularize the knowledge on what goes into making a self-sustaining ecosystem, be-it in a loungeroom/kitchen herbarium, household garden or in a rainforest, from soil and water “ph” balances to micro-organisms to insects to reptiles to mammals to vines and trees.
They'd know how to focus their time and talents so that the best individual in one field or another was enabled by the Whole Community to educe their own Qualities into whichever field of employ and emplay they found most beneficially suits them.
They'd be doing everything possible for everyone who wants to know, which is EVERYONE, on how to eliminate the biggest drain on their savings and on their Souls - the retail middleman - in education, in wage-earning, in food production and refining, in the making and or acquisition of quality, long-lasting products for the house, paddock and forest. For work, rest and play.
They'd make reading and studying Bercholt Brecht's story “A Threepenny Novel”, and Henry George's book “Social Problems” part of every child's schooling.
They'd be Fit in Mind, Heart and Soul enough to put-pay to the lies and myths about dangerous beliefs like “competitive markets”, “let the market rule”, “real estate speculation” “nuclear housing and families” “ambitious desires (asking for more than is proper) for high-paying employment in an immoral, unethical company, trade or profession” “capitalism”, “leave it to the authorities”, “Christianity” and other methods tyranny uses to profit from the death of the planet, from death of the habitat, from death of the Species “Homo Sapiens” “MAN, THE WISE”.
They'd be unafraid to die for the Common Weal, the Well-Being of the Righteous Group, Tribe, Mob, Gang and Planet.
That's what Today's True Fellas Actually DO.
Well..., starting tomorrow...?
Ridin' The Boomerang >
Ridin' The Boomerang
I was cuttin' a line down the Stuart highway, touchin' breakneck speeds, on ma old Beeza..., well, kinda old, enjoying the freedom of open wheels, an Iron Horse, no cages an' traffic, and a few thoughts on what was comin'....
A meeting. Not yer average meeting, but a meeting to end, not all meetings, but to end the bullshit!
Bullshit that has held power over the lot of us Aussies and a major portion of the Rest of Humanity for centuries, if not for thousands of years.
Bullshit that's seen thousands, nay, millions of my own kind - The Warrior - go to their graves early.
Honorably, but early.
Bullshit which took too many women and kids, millions and millions and millions of 'em, into debauched hostels of terror, leaving them but raped and ravaged wrecks. Kids who've had to live-out what might be called “lives” in silence, in silence about the turmoil and the repetitive mental patterns of psychological trauma the terrorists set-up, set-a-goin' in their severely damaged heads and hearts.
Bullshit which the terrorists of “the old country”, that mob from the northern hemisphere, decided was a goldmine for their greed, to capitalize on, to feed, to accentuate in the victims - those their oh-so-fine-fecking magistry called “the GUILTY!” in ways NO Primitive, “backward”, “rural” Tribe would ever have even begun to consider.
“It's quite simple old chum! We inflict gross torture upon them, torture which cannot help but send their 'primitive' minds into a constant frenzy, whence they are left to crave ceaselessly for ANY escape. Then, we provide that escape for them. Alcohol, my man! 'Grog', as they have come to call it. It appears to fit the general plan to provide tobacco as well, for it is known to it's manufacturers to have extremely deleterious effects upon the lungs and heart of the smoker. And one, seems to aid the consumption of the other.
First, we 'give' the grog and tobacco to them, offering it as one of the 'gifts' we bear in recognition of their fine and honorable personages and culture, and in part, as payment for the land we expect to appropriate from them.
Then, before you know it, they are addicted to the stuff, and demand stiffer quality and larger, ever larger quantities. Then we explain that all these gifts cost money. So they will have to learn to 'work' to be able to pay for the grog and tobacco, and the flour and blankets!
Of course, as is usual in business of this supreme era, where we, the white race, rein supreme over the whole of the planet earth, thus are placed to make the demands over all other colors, we 'placidly' go about opening negotiations with them, such that we make the terms and conditions of trade.
Of course, our policy is to exterminate them old chum, but we do not let them know this in such overt terms.”
Bullshit it has been.
One thing which thumps me in the balls every time I mount the steed an' hit the road, is that I ride a British-made motorbike.
A thumping irony, you might say, as, after tooo long scramblin' around in the dust of politics and cult ideology, I finally got off my fat-cells an' built ma own lil' number. With a lot of help from ma friends in th' trade!
And..., Vwa-la! As the frogs say. A neat, oldish, BSA A-10 650, now a twin engine 1300cc, 1961 Road Rocket, with Gold Star fittings and running gear, slightly chopped, not too much so as I can trammel the corrogations out here in the Aussie desert, when I go a visiting ma Bro's an' Sistas.
Ma Aborigine Families. Ma True Fella Peoples.
Yeah! Another irony... I found out too late if y'ask me, that I come from a Fine Mob of “Bleck Fellas” in Victoria, via my mum's line. The Gurnai People.
But I grew into ridin' motorbikes as a teenager, an' fell-in, and out, and in again, with a scurilous mob of ex-Bikers even before I wuz 20.
Impressionable I was, an' in the short version, I didn't 'ave a clue about what was really goin' on in the world.
But even with the occasional beating from a few of these blokes, I knew they were worth Respecting. Not because, if y' didn't, they'd bash ya again, but because they weren't enamoured with the usual mainstream crap of our society, and weren't blind about where Allegiances should lie, when it comes to being that Fella most of us only read about in hero comics and see at the movies.
An' I'm not talkng about “heroes” as it were.
I just talking about being Honorable. About not talking garbage, not surrendering to oppressive BULLSHIT beliefs and regimes, like religions and coppers, and about not being afraid of the unknown, of steppin' out beyond the borders of mainstream closed-minded suburban insecurity, and finding the Brave Heart True Fella in yourself.
O' course, now, that-is these days, when I say “True Fella”, I'm talkin' about the Aborigine True Fellas of their now rare Tradition. Man and Woman, who, as was Standard Procedure in pre-invasion times, were True!
They didn't lie!
“Whah!?” We whiteys say, because “Being True” and NOT lying, like..., EVER..., is something which generally screws yer average white fella's head right around today, even those “good Christians”, what with corruption of every Honorable thing by BAD POLITICS.., bad NORTHERN politrix, bad northern CATHOLIC politrix, forcing us all to have to be liars. Even just to get a job, or a seat at the table...
Sadly for meself..., I'm a liar. Born in white society, but kept away from the FACTS about how to get rich and prosper in a rotten world, and not told nothin' about the Aborigine side of my heritage, I missed-out completely on that True Fella Way, so I've got no Tradition, as-it-were.
My only “Initiation” was getting seriously pissed and staggering off alone to puke and fall unconscious on my twenty-first birthday.
Consequently, as I stumbled through “life”, or a misfitting version of it, full of unanswered nightmares and questions, I developed a manner which tries hard to follow some kind of Honor, instilled, if by anyone, by my step-father, an Honorable Bloke if ever there was one.
Lately I asked meself what I most regret in my life, and I soon answered meself with “regreting that I was deceived into avoiding taking-up Dad's offer, when I was a teenager” - I haven't a clue how old I actually was, because all my childhood and adolescent years were a mash of anachronisms, I don't remember how old I was when most events effected me one way or the other - but on the spur-of-the-moment I answered Dad with “Oh, I couldn't say now, Dad, I'd only know if and when it happened!”
Well..., that's a convoluted version of how I responded to his question.
My childhood it seems, never had one day when mum and Dad weren't arguing with each other. As it goes, I thought that was how life for a kid was, never getting an explanation, just more tension.
Dad on medication for his “epilepsy”, something I figured out later was NOT a disease or psychological disorder in him or in any “epileptic” at all, but more a “possession” by nasty spirits - in Dad's case, by mum, the Catholic witch. Her first name is french, and means “dark one”. Two reasons why.... Mum elusive as ever 'flit-brained' you'd say, brother five years older running amock with what seemed to me as wild, but jolly mates. Sister, seven years older, caring but eager to get out of the mad house we called home. Me..., just scattered and numb, most often, in my reflective opinion.
Dad came to me one day, when I was in my early teens, I reckon, after he'd been having the usual disagreements with mum. He was looking a bit distraught - pissed-off - would be his description I guess, and asked me something along the lines of “Nick, if I left your mother, would you come with me, or stay with her?”
My memories are that I was in a typical mental state of those years, of a sort of numbness, where I myself wasn't really there, but was just this intellectually paralysed observer. As I was saying, my biggest regret, looking back, was that I didn't have the Presence-of-mind, to say “Yeah Dad, lets get outta here!”
Why? Don't matter. But since then I've pieced together the Man He Was, Is and Always will be to myself.
He served in World War Two, became one of Australia's first “Commandos” or what we today call “Special Air Service” men or SAS.
First Australian Parachute Troop, Royal Australian Engineers RAE. Warrant Officer Class II.
A fecking Sargeant Major, no less! Something I think I never got to fully appreciate as a kid. He was a weapons instructor, among other specialties, and showed me well, how to use and respect guns.
After the war, he came back and did what any Honorable ex-serviceman does, sorry to those RSL-ians who didn't, and bought a motorbike. An Ariel 500cc single cylinder “Red Hunter”, and, as a few of his tales went, rode the highways of Western Australia with his mates, playing with the local coppers, who were, in one of his few stories, riding Ariel Square Fours for a time.
“Squaffers”, were a nice piece of iron as it goes, then, but were built for cooler climes, like in England. So it wasn't long before the local outlaws on bikes found-out that if y' fanged passed the Squaffer-riding copper on the highway (I reckon there was only ONE “highway” north of Perth in the 1940s, and it was, as likely, NOT bitumen), they'd have to give chase. But in the west Australian summer heat, the two back cylinders of the copper's Squaffer would soon overheat and cease-up after a few miles at full throttle, so the lads'd get away wiff a laugh and a mighty open-throat thumping! Then..., as the stories went, they'd rub-it-right-in, by roaring back the other way - full throttle o' course, while the frustrated copper had to sit there waiting for the donk, and his temper.., to cool down!
Pissa!
Er..., sorry. As to the Man my Step-Dad Was, Is and Always will be..., this tale of his premarriage days, say to me he was an Outlaw, before they were known as such. Before the Hell's Angels were formed in San Bernadino in California, and before the tyrannical media decided to write-them-down in the 1950s with the great Marlon Brando and his Wild Ones movie.
But plenty of us have outran the law, and followed a path of crime. Most don't go much further in keeping any Honor, other than that which may be found among thieves.
But Allan Meredith, my Dad, my StepDad, was himself born with a long line, as best as I can determine, of Honorable Ancestors to follow.
Recently I traced his surname back to the second century BC, to the Ancient Kings of Wales. We can speculate, if we want, on the fact that somewhere in that line were a couple of Welsh Kings called “Arthur”.
Most of us know of the Tales of King Arthur and Camelot, and most of us place them into the basket of Myths. I do that, just to be safe.
But as the myths go, He and his Knights were in general, when not metaphors for our personal character traits, an Honorable Mob. A Mob who Held High things like “Being True” etc.
Perhaps, just like the Australian Aborigine True Fellas.
Well, going or not with Dad as a kid, I'm not HIS kid, so I don't have King Arthur's blood in my veins. But I do have something of Dad's Noble Character. Jes' a pity I'm the only one who can chat about it.
So....,
Back to the Stuart Highway and my breakneck line to a Meeting.
Being early August, 'twas real nice ridin' weather. There were too many cars and road-trains on the road, but that's always the case for a motorbike rider. Used to be there was no speed limit on the desert sections of NT roads, but as usual, too many didn't know when too fast was too fast, and the law had to slow everyone down a few years ago.
Not that that'd stop the hoons, like the old me. The me who'd pop his head up when the road looked too good to worry about cops. So, I was cutting a fine line southward at about three hundred and fifty zillion miles a second, when I saw a dust cloud off to the west.
Hmmm? Speculate, speculate! That's a BIG Corroberree! Hoho! Road train I guess?
As I watched it, between flashing the eyeballs back to the highway, I noted it wuz movin'. It was coming from a long set of wheels, as the base of the dustcloud was about a mile long, about fifteen, twenty miles off the Stuart highway.
Shee-it?! After a minute, I slowed down to have a better look, being intrigued more each mile.
Somethin' STRA-ANGE about this road train??
Two road trains? Three? Jeezuzz!
I found a hard bit of desert and turned right, toward a little hill a way off the road, got up there and dismounted for a smoke and a ponder.
Breakin' out my binoculars, I had a squwizz, and damn near fell over!
FIVE HUNDRED BLECK FELLAS ON MOTORBIKES, fanned-out like a flock of swans flyin' high and wide in a “V” formation!
Praise BE! And HOOLEEDOOLEE!!!
I must 'a been dreamin'!?
That meeting? No more bullshit!
I got out of bed and lit the fire.....
Argh! That bleck coffee! Right on the mark! Two cups.
I heard on the radio this morning that a Mob of Warriors and Olan's were ridin' outta Darwin for a sortie over to Queensland.
Didn't take long for my venturing mind to be there with them, ridin' the highway passed groups of Aborigine sitting, as they do, by the road, Old Fellas, Women, Kids, Youth, Warriors, spears, boomerangs, didgeridoos and clap-sticks, painted faces and chests, dancing, and waving to the Bikers, who, waved back, opened the iron horses up with the traditional thunderous, groundshaking ROAR, (Traditional Biker Greeting!) and dissappearing down the highway.
Minutes later..., the whole bucking biking Mob were back, pulling off the road next to where the Bleck Fellas were stopped, parking-up, dismounting and walking over to pay their Respects to the Traditional Owners of the “Country”.
Before long they were all gabbling away with each other, laughing and jumping around mimicking each other. Some, off to the side, talking “serious” like.
Old, Fine, Noble Aborigine Women, sharing stories with the Lassies of the Warrior Bikers, sharing drinks - softdrinks o' course - and the occassional spliff being shared amongst all of 'em.
Small groups of Bleck and Biker were raising a bit o' dust on the bikes, having a lesson and a laugh.
More of 'em were futher into the desert, sitting cross-legged under a tree, shirts-off, listenin' to a few Old Fellas impart their Wisdom. Some of the Bikers were so dark with tattoos you couldn't tell 'em from the Aborigine!
Like the Boomerang, The True Fellas from both sides of the world, were Comin' Home, at last!
“When that Bob Brown Greenie True Fella gonna get here?” hollered one of the Women.....
Oh! The Dreaming!
I was cuttin' a line down the Stuart highway, touchin' breakneck speeds, on ma old Beeza..., well, kinda old, enjoying the freedom of open wheels, an Iron Horse, no cages an' traffic, and a few thoughts on what was comin'....
A meeting. Not yer average meeting, but a meeting to end, not all meetings, but to end the bullshit!
Bullshit that has held power over the lot of us Aussies and a major portion of the Rest of Humanity for centuries, if not for thousands of years.
Bullshit that's seen thousands, nay, millions of my own kind - The Warrior - go to their graves early.
Honorably, but early.
Bullshit which took too many women and kids, millions and millions and millions of 'em, into debauched hostels of terror, leaving them but raped and ravaged wrecks. Kids who've had to live-out what might be called “lives” in silence, in silence about the turmoil and the repetitive mental patterns of psychological trauma the terrorists set-up, set-a-goin' in their severely damaged heads and hearts.
Bullshit which the terrorists of “the old country”, that mob from the northern hemisphere, decided was a goldmine for their greed, to capitalize on, to feed, to accentuate in the victims - those their oh-so-fine-fecking magistry called “the GUILTY!” in ways NO Primitive, “backward”, “rural” Tribe would ever have even begun to consider.
“It's quite simple old chum! We inflict gross torture upon them, torture which cannot help but send their 'primitive' minds into a constant frenzy, whence they are left to crave ceaselessly for ANY escape. Then, we provide that escape for them. Alcohol, my man! 'Grog', as they have come to call it. It appears to fit the general plan to provide tobacco as well, for it is known to it's manufacturers to have extremely deleterious effects upon the lungs and heart of the smoker. And one, seems to aid the consumption of the other.
First, we 'give' the grog and tobacco to them, offering it as one of the 'gifts' we bear in recognition of their fine and honorable personages and culture, and in part, as payment for the land we expect to appropriate from them.
Then, before you know it, they are addicted to the stuff, and demand stiffer quality and larger, ever larger quantities. Then we explain that all these gifts cost money. So they will have to learn to 'work' to be able to pay for the grog and tobacco, and the flour and blankets!
Of course, as is usual in business of this supreme era, where we, the white race, rein supreme over the whole of the planet earth, thus are placed to make the demands over all other colors, we 'placidly' go about opening negotiations with them, such that we make the terms and conditions of trade.
Of course, our policy is to exterminate them old chum, but we do not let them know this in such overt terms.”
Bullshit it has been.
One thing which thumps me in the balls every time I mount the steed an' hit the road, is that I ride a British-made motorbike.
A thumping irony, you might say, as, after tooo long scramblin' around in the dust of politics and cult ideology, I finally got off my fat-cells an' built ma own lil' number. With a lot of help from ma friends in th' trade!
And..., Vwa-la! As the frogs say. A neat, oldish, BSA A-10 650, now a twin engine 1300cc, 1961 Road Rocket, with Gold Star fittings and running gear, slightly chopped, not too much so as I can trammel the corrogations out here in the Aussie desert, when I go a visiting ma Bro's an' Sistas.
Ma Aborigine Families. Ma True Fella Peoples.
Yeah! Another irony... I found out too late if y'ask me, that I come from a Fine Mob of “Bleck Fellas” in Victoria, via my mum's line. The Gurnai People.
But I grew into ridin' motorbikes as a teenager, an' fell-in, and out, and in again, with a scurilous mob of ex-Bikers even before I wuz 20.
Impressionable I was, an' in the short version, I didn't 'ave a clue about what was really goin' on in the world.
But even with the occasional beating from a few of these blokes, I knew they were worth Respecting. Not because, if y' didn't, they'd bash ya again, but because they weren't enamoured with the usual mainstream crap of our society, and weren't blind about where Allegiances should lie, when it comes to being that Fella most of us only read about in hero comics and see at the movies.
An' I'm not talkng about “heroes” as it were.
I just talking about being Honorable. About not talking garbage, not surrendering to oppressive BULLSHIT beliefs and regimes, like religions and coppers, and about not being afraid of the unknown, of steppin' out beyond the borders of mainstream closed-minded suburban insecurity, and finding the Brave Heart True Fella in yourself.
O' course, now, that-is these days, when I say “True Fella”, I'm talkin' about the Aborigine True Fellas of their now rare Tradition. Man and Woman, who, as was Standard Procedure in pre-invasion times, were True!
They didn't lie!
“Whah!?” We whiteys say, because “Being True” and NOT lying, like..., EVER..., is something which generally screws yer average white fella's head right around today, even those “good Christians”, what with corruption of every Honorable thing by BAD POLITICS.., bad NORTHERN politrix, bad northern CATHOLIC politrix, forcing us all to have to be liars. Even just to get a job, or a seat at the table...
Sadly for meself..., I'm a liar. Born in white society, but kept away from the FACTS about how to get rich and prosper in a rotten world, and not told nothin' about the Aborigine side of my heritage, I missed-out completely on that True Fella Way, so I've got no Tradition, as-it-were.
My only “Initiation” was getting seriously pissed and staggering off alone to puke and fall unconscious on my twenty-first birthday.
Consequently, as I stumbled through “life”, or a misfitting version of it, full of unanswered nightmares and questions, I developed a manner which tries hard to follow some kind of Honor, instilled, if by anyone, by my step-father, an Honorable Bloke if ever there was one.
Lately I asked meself what I most regret in my life, and I soon answered meself with “regreting that I was deceived into avoiding taking-up Dad's offer, when I was a teenager” - I haven't a clue how old I actually was, because all my childhood and adolescent years were a mash of anachronisms, I don't remember how old I was when most events effected me one way or the other - but on the spur-of-the-moment I answered Dad with “Oh, I couldn't say now, Dad, I'd only know if and when it happened!”
Well..., that's a convoluted version of how I responded to his question.
My childhood it seems, never had one day when mum and Dad weren't arguing with each other. As it goes, I thought that was how life for a kid was, never getting an explanation, just more tension.
Dad on medication for his “epilepsy”, something I figured out later was NOT a disease or psychological disorder in him or in any “epileptic” at all, but more a “possession” by nasty spirits - in Dad's case, by mum, the Catholic witch. Her first name is french, and means “dark one”. Two reasons why.... Mum elusive as ever 'flit-brained' you'd say, brother five years older running amock with what seemed to me as wild, but jolly mates. Sister, seven years older, caring but eager to get out of the mad house we called home. Me..., just scattered and numb, most often, in my reflective opinion.
Dad came to me one day, when I was in my early teens, I reckon, after he'd been having the usual disagreements with mum. He was looking a bit distraught - pissed-off - would be his description I guess, and asked me something along the lines of “Nick, if I left your mother, would you come with me, or stay with her?”
My memories are that I was in a typical mental state of those years, of a sort of numbness, where I myself wasn't really there, but was just this intellectually paralysed observer. As I was saying, my biggest regret, looking back, was that I didn't have the Presence-of-mind, to say “Yeah Dad, lets get outta here!”
Why? Don't matter. But since then I've pieced together the Man He Was, Is and Always will be to myself.
He served in World War Two, became one of Australia's first “Commandos” or what we today call “Special Air Service” men or SAS.
First Australian Parachute Troop, Royal Australian Engineers RAE. Warrant Officer Class II.
A fecking Sargeant Major, no less! Something I think I never got to fully appreciate as a kid. He was a weapons instructor, among other specialties, and showed me well, how to use and respect guns.
After the war, he came back and did what any Honorable ex-serviceman does, sorry to those RSL-ians who didn't, and bought a motorbike. An Ariel 500cc single cylinder “Red Hunter”, and, as a few of his tales went, rode the highways of Western Australia with his mates, playing with the local coppers, who were, in one of his few stories, riding Ariel Square Fours for a time.
“Squaffers”, were a nice piece of iron as it goes, then, but were built for cooler climes, like in England. So it wasn't long before the local outlaws on bikes found-out that if y' fanged passed the Squaffer-riding copper on the highway (I reckon there was only ONE “highway” north of Perth in the 1940s, and it was, as likely, NOT bitumen), they'd have to give chase. But in the west Australian summer heat, the two back cylinders of the copper's Squaffer would soon overheat and cease-up after a few miles at full throttle, so the lads'd get away wiff a laugh and a mighty open-throat thumping! Then..., as the stories went, they'd rub-it-right-in, by roaring back the other way - full throttle o' course, while the frustrated copper had to sit there waiting for the donk, and his temper.., to cool down!
Pissa!
Er..., sorry. As to the Man my Step-Dad Was, Is and Always will be..., this tale of his premarriage days, say to me he was an Outlaw, before they were known as such. Before the Hell's Angels were formed in San Bernadino in California, and before the tyrannical media decided to write-them-down in the 1950s with the great Marlon Brando and his Wild Ones movie.
But plenty of us have outran the law, and followed a path of crime. Most don't go much further in keeping any Honor, other than that which may be found among thieves.
But Allan Meredith, my Dad, my StepDad, was himself born with a long line, as best as I can determine, of Honorable Ancestors to follow.
Recently I traced his surname back to the second century BC, to the Ancient Kings of Wales. We can speculate, if we want, on the fact that somewhere in that line were a couple of Welsh Kings called “Arthur”.
Most of us know of the Tales of King Arthur and Camelot, and most of us place them into the basket of Myths. I do that, just to be safe.
But as the myths go, He and his Knights were in general, when not metaphors for our personal character traits, an Honorable Mob. A Mob who Held High things like “Being True” etc.
Perhaps, just like the Australian Aborigine True Fellas.
Well, going or not with Dad as a kid, I'm not HIS kid, so I don't have King Arthur's blood in my veins. But I do have something of Dad's Noble Character. Jes' a pity I'm the only one who can chat about it.
So....,
Back to the Stuart Highway and my breakneck line to a Meeting.
Being early August, 'twas real nice ridin' weather. There were too many cars and road-trains on the road, but that's always the case for a motorbike rider. Used to be there was no speed limit on the desert sections of NT roads, but as usual, too many didn't know when too fast was too fast, and the law had to slow everyone down a few years ago.
Not that that'd stop the hoons, like the old me. The me who'd pop his head up when the road looked too good to worry about cops. So, I was cutting a fine line southward at about three hundred and fifty zillion miles a second, when I saw a dust cloud off to the west.
Hmmm? Speculate, speculate! That's a BIG Corroberree! Hoho! Road train I guess?
As I watched it, between flashing the eyeballs back to the highway, I noted it wuz movin'. It was coming from a long set of wheels, as the base of the dustcloud was about a mile long, about fifteen, twenty miles off the Stuart highway.
Shee-it?! After a minute, I slowed down to have a better look, being intrigued more each mile.
Somethin' STRA-ANGE about this road train??
Two road trains? Three? Jeezuzz!
I found a hard bit of desert and turned right, toward a little hill a way off the road, got up there and dismounted for a smoke and a ponder.
Breakin' out my binoculars, I had a squwizz, and damn near fell over!
FIVE HUNDRED BLECK FELLAS ON MOTORBIKES, fanned-out like a flock of swans flyin' high and wide in a “V” formation!
Praise BE! And HOOLEEDOOLEE!!!
I must 'a been dreamin'!?
That meeting? No more bullshit!
I got out of bed and lit the fire.....
Argh! That bleck coffee! Right on the mark! Two cups.
I heard on the radio this morning that a Mob of Warriors and Olan's were ridin' outta Darwin for a sortie over to Queensland.
Didn't take long for my venturing mind to be there with them, ridin' the highway passed groups of Aborigine sitting, as they do, by the road, Old Fellas, Women, Kids, Youth, Warriors, spears, boomerangs, didgeridoos and clap-sticks, painted faces and chests, dancing, and waving to the Bikers, who, waved back, opened the iron horses up with the traditional thunderous, groundshaking ROAR, (Traditional Biker Greeting!) and dissappearing down the highway.
Minutes later..., the whole bucking biking Mob were back, pulling off the road next to where the Bleck Fellas were stopped, parking-up, dismounting and walking over to pay their Respects to the Traditional Owners of the “Country”.
Before long they were all gabbling away with each other, laughing and jumping around mimicking each other. Some, off to the side, talking “serious” like.
Old, Fine, Noble Aborigine Women, sharing stories with the Lassies of the Warrior Bikers, sharing drinks - softdrinks o' course - and the occassional spliff being shared amongst all of 'em.
Small groups of Bleck and Biker were raising a bit o' dust on the bikes, having a lesson and a laugh.
More of 'em were futher into the desert, sitting cross-legged under a tree, shirts-off, listenin' to a few Old Fellas impart their Wisdom. Some of the Bikers were so dark with tattoos you couldn't tell 'em from the Aborigine!
Like the Boomerang, The True Fellas from both sides of the world, were Comin' Home, at last!
“When that Bob Brown Greenie True Fella gonna get here?” hollered one of the Women.....
Oh! The Dreaming!
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