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roll out the pipe dream

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Restrictions are easing and people cheer for these small mercies
forgetting they are sovereign Beings enacting a sacred life on a sovereign planet.

I started to tell a story about the state of forests four months after The Fire raged through almost the entire east coast of Australia.

In this story I was going to tell there featured an arch villain Eden Woodchip Mill not only continuing operations but with plans to make briquettes from burnt trees for export. And then a lament of how desecrated the forests are in the south east corner where I live, desecrated by management that in serving a chipmill clearfells and control burns on a regular basis. I finish this story with a heartfelt regret about how some of these ransacked forests will never recover,  and then,  I caught myself.

So off in the tired old story I almost believed it. So off in a mechanistic logical rational equation forgetting the true potentiality within and without.

If we acknowledge that humans are multi-dimensional Beings who can Sing Pray and Heal then the truth becomes that we can do/be anything.  We have little idea of all that we capable of. We  know we are able to pollute our entire nest, split the atom, splice DNA, rob aquifers, exterminate species, fire missiles and pretend that capitalism is a valid role model.

Also aware that we have a capacity for kindness compassion forgiveness nurturing families communities while living respectfully lovingly with the Planet.

So kinda like jekyll and hyde characters. On the one hand our bodies hearts minds can be inveigled into serving the machine, the machine seemingly intent on our self destruction certainly our planetary base Or, we can surrender and perhaps in this discover an innate divine nature with inherent inner wisdom. In this state the resonance of the heart of Earth / Universe, the Great Spirit leads us to the possibility that we can walk in balance with the totality of existence, the dreaming of oneness, in love with creating Beauty for All Beings.

This path does not require religion faith or servitude.
It does require sacrifice truth and integrity.
I am one and I am many.
Like the neighbour, the senator the plumber.

The end game, my friend Heidi says, is here.
She’s right. It is the end for despair, bad deeds, subjugation and greed.
Even though many pointers channel us relentlessly in this direction.
The end of excess. The end for coal gas fracking, bio weapons, nuclear missiles, drone strikes and hatred. The end of all the dirty putrid ways. The end of indulgent mindless behaviours.

The abscess (from latin abscessus ‘a going away’ )  has been lanced, it oozes unpleasantly painfully and with a certain amount of relief that at long last all that is wrong is being exposed.  Many keep grasping onto what was, spin the story  and apply band aids .

For others this has become a time of revelation renewal and reflection.  A time of deep immersion in the Songs of Earth …Wind … Bird … Ocean … Whale … Rock… and Spirit. Tuning in to a higher frequency in which time and space merge into a oneness of loving attention, stillness solace nurturance and joy.

A pipe dream, a fantasy, a wish. I dare Us to hold this pipe dream, to wish, fantasize and activate another mode of living.

I dare us to not restart the old but chart another path through the rubble, the restrictions controls vanities addictions of yesterday into the Present unencumbered with all that seeks to destroy our beautiful planet home.

When faced with a pandemic we have proved that we can shut the world down. We have proved that when faced with difficulties we are creative and caring, that we can live without so much that was thought to be necessary.

What do you reckon?……. roll out the pipe dream…  nothing to loose.  Sing  it into existence into our gardens our grandchildren into the molecules of  land and sky.  Take a journey into the amazing cosmological evolutionary story that brought us to this moment and realise that as co creators we are part of the next chapter …

In honour of Murray Richmond Taylor who loved the trees the wind riffling in them the birds skipping around the yard; who loved the idea of a world without war and violence hunger and pain, who loved our long rambling phone conversations about how to ‘fix’ the world.   Father dearly loved and missed.

The crown

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put on the crown

there is no other way to play this

own it

it is yours.

our birthright

the crown of divine rule

signature of high office

of Know Thyself.

 

it was a crown of thorns for Jesus

a crown of daisies for us

sprawled in the grass

spindly legs freckles on cheeks

ribbons in our hair,

fingernails slitting the stem and feeding daisies through

until we had a ring of them squashed on our heads,

dancing and laughing in sweet innocence.

climate disaster war coronavirus nuclear waste

a long long dream away,

more like threepence to spend on a lolly

a new pencil case or ruler

shoes with laces

because now I could tie bows.

 

it was porridge and bath before bed

a hot water bottle and a goodnight kiss.

now the grandchildren know

empty food shelves

closed shops parents out of work,

they know the swimming pool the playground the skatepark

and the gelati shop are out of bounds,

they know that if they don’t wash their hands someone might die.

 

fear and statistics broadcast hourly

more restrictions

don’t hang out with your friends 

don’t sit on a park bench even on your own

don’t go for a drive or have a picnic with your family in a secluded spot

don’t hike or camp.

 

the lost job queue winds on around the corner

phone lines internet choke and seize up

not enough data

facemasks hand sanitisers tissues

not enough

placing health workers at risk.

 

science is definitive

telling the story

crunching the data

building models and graphs

stand back stay home

wash your hands

governments around the world agree

and lockstep a program designed to keep us in place.

 

go online and get a life

if only we had data

skype youtube zoom facebook,

the world’s your oyster on a screen

look up nature

david attenborough will show you unimaginable beauty

all with a cuppa in hand.

 

the bandwagon calls us to participate

and it matters little what we believe or what theory we admire

or whether we agree,

it is clear, it is legislated

stay home and wash your hands.

let go of normal existence

stop the world.

 

corona is latin for crown

virus by name

game changer by station,

children are home climbing trees in the backyard singing

seeds and seedlings are being planted

windows doors open so voices can reach out and touch anothers heart

waving at neighbours

home deliveries

meals left on doorsteps.

 

Has Adani stopped operations?

the guns been silenced?

the military on hold?

Have weapons manufactures shut down?

logging of native forests ceased?

Is there a moratorium on the making of deadly viruses in labs?

Will hunting elephants and whales stop ?

 

Do not gather in numbers greater than two

five at a wedding, 10 at a funeral,

someone has called for single use plastic bags to be reintroduced

does this make sense and how would we know anyway?

the righteous send forth and

the kindhearted people who do not wish to see this virus spread

stay home and dream.

 

I make hand sanitiser, anti- viral sprays and soap.

sew face masks, hankies and oven mitts

knit dish cloths and scrubbers.

I no longer hug friends if I should accidentally see them 

take wide circles around people in shops and shower when I come home.

I stay home in a country of…  ‘we are all staying home.’

don’t know for how long

if we will get sick and die or get sick and live or stay healthy.

we don’t know if we will go mad, if food stocks will improve or whether there will ever be toilet paper pasta or rice on the shelves again.

what we do know is that we have no right to socialise,gather in groups, sit in cafes or playgrounds parks or beaches, we cannot go to the opera the football the movies the museum…

And many many people no longer have the right to work.

 

 

This is how it is

here is where we find ourselves and reinvention is part of playing the game.

This is an opportunity for that retreat you didn’t know you needed

for honest reflection

what do we really need?

what can we let go of?

and bring into focus

the healthy option for all humans and all planetary life.

 

A crown is on offer

championed by a virus that has stopped the known world.

Sun wind wallaby oceans tides flowers and cabbages continue

to make their mark

to be who they are

clouds stars evolution love is all around us

within us.

 

we listen

push through the veil of stock market share price illusion

enter into divine realisation

take up the mantle

put on the crown

go to work

and

transform the world with respect and integrity.

 

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..and around the wheel we go..

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I miss a beat

tis true

often

sometimes,

regularly irregularly

I forget.

I forget that I know

and then I remember and wonder how it is that I have forgotten.

 

those flashes of revelation, aaahaa moments when we understand something about our nature our behaviour,

about life and eternal truths,

and then I forget,

and around the wheel we go

once again.

 

it is more than likely I am a slow learner

that I suffer from thick walls of resistance avoidance and pig-headed stubbornness,

which I like to think is tempered by a sense of awe, of inquiry and a whole-hearted love of it all….

but then again is this enough?

 
I fiddle with  the eternity ring on my finger

it belonged to my mother now gone this ten or more years.

in some ways she is closer to me now then when she lived across the ditch.

there is much to learn from my mother.

the truths she hid and  the lies she told to hide the truths.

 

I yearned for her to know me on my terms, to embrace this runaway errant black sheep of a daughter who fled the stultifying suburban 60’s and marched headstrong into the 70’s wearing peasant blouses and mary quant makeup living in group houses with colourful politically passionate people, who had a child out-of-wedlock and then gave him away, who persisted with her life on her terms despite the obvious disapproval, the cold shoulders, the long pinched lip frowns and the sad shakes of the head.

 

carrying my backpack full of guilt and shame staying on the outside and not wanting  to return,

and yet all these mistakes blunders passion for another way of viewing/living the world

led me to this moment…

 

when the magpie lifts its voice into the cold frosty morning

when the sun shines feebly  on a winter’s day and when the street is quiet about its Sunday and smoke steams gently from chimneys.

the galahs are screeching and the currawongs are invoking their melodic ‘curra… wong’.. song.

the sky is blue and clear

the air is iced and not a breath of wind stirs the trees standing naked in the gardens.

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is this enough?

to be Present

to really come into mySelf holding all the blames shames guilts passions mistakes joys and wonders,

free wheeling past all these weights upon my person

and spinning beyond all these responsibilities

into the Presence of Now,

taking the moment to breathe.

 

 

from outside come the sounds of

birds, the odd rev of an engine , a motorbike accelerating up the highway, a neighbours voice,

white rimed frost is sticking fast to the shady spots

while indoors the fridge is doing its bid for global warming

and fingers are tapping out this rhythm,

on the table yellow roses open to me and the white ones drop their petals.

 

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enough is about reflecting and honouring all the threads that come together to make this snapshot.

about Presence

about returning home to oneSelf

acknowledging the truth of privilege

and allowing gratitude to reign.

it is about accessing alignment and balance so that the truth of the stories we tell – those that paint us beautifully and those that cast a grubby shadow – are not caricatures but snippets of lessons learned and inspirations offered.

 

enough is about staring down the rabbit hole of our selfishness

and owning –

yes, that is me.

I am all of that

I am all of you

I am the flaws the fears and the blunders

I am the laugh crying and the peace yielding.

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one day I will return home to my mother not as the runaway who rejected all she held dear but as daughterspiritwoman who had a mission, who chose to forget so she could remember so she could learn humility and acceptance, compassion and selflessness and bring these gifts back to the table of humanity.  

 

may this journey open our higher selves to the different ways and beliefs of others so that we may honour them.

amen

 

 

the house of secrets

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                               As a child I lived in a house of secrets. day by day they were stitched into the frocks my mother made for me knitted into my cardys and beaten into the bowl of flour eggs sugar and butter that made up our afternoon teas.

I fancied that they waited on the edge of the room when I entered and lay sullenly under my bed at night while I slept.

sometimes I determined to sneak up on them and stealthily crept along the hallway to the living room when Mum and Dad were chatting.

I tried to breathe silent as a mouse in the doorway listening hard and on rare occasions was rewarded with a snippet of a story.

I would take this into my hoard and puzzle endlessly over these tidbits. on the odd times I bravely sort information I was batted away affectionately enough to be sure but in such a way that I learnt  not ask that question again.

my only recourse was to imagine and this I did lying in bed at night pulling out the pieces and stitching them into a pattern.

I concluded that I was adopted – at the time there was obvious evidence to support this theory –I was the only one in the family with auburn coppery curls and freckles all over her face.

by sixteen I discovered that this was in fact not the case – the truth was slippery and full of holes .

over time my sisters and I sought out aunties uncles and aging friends – tight lipped and friendly we patched at the past as best we could .

mum left the planet and dad has nothing to say.

the full measure of the story remain as secrets resting in the coffin with her.