On The Banks of The Murray River

7th May 1998, 8:10 am: Outskirts of Berri, SA, on the banks of the Murray River.

Here I sit by the Murray River, under the trees on the outskirts of town. Having ‘presented’ myself to a tree momentarily, I now see how my river lays dormant and polluted, and a sadness washes over me.

This is not the river I recall as a child whilst staying at Renmark on occasion. The colour of the water is different, it has a smell of lifelessness — or do I exaggerate — no, I think not.

As I drove along the dirt road, skirting the edge of the river, I came upon a place where humans had left their discards — plastics and garbage — a desecration. Why can’t people see what they do? A total disregard and disrespect for the earth and its sanctity.

Surely we will all suffer the collective consequence of such selfish and insensitive actions.

The trees are sad here, the Kurrunpa* struggles — stagnate river flow, stagnate stifled air. And then I see a pelican fly low above the surface of the river as I write, seeking its food. What do the bird-life feel of these changing times? I wonder.

And the sounds of Freddy Fender singing on my car stereo drift across the morning, “wasted days and wasted nights”, country in our Country.

My mood is disturbed: my country ails, and the true custodians struggle all over the world as here in Australia, struggling to redress the ecological Balance, and the ‘mother’ speaks — who and how many respond to ‘her’ call?

Addendum:
And I know that I am not absolved from this;
my actions and deeds I must carry with me.
It has become colder since I’ve been here;
I shiver in my body, my hands feel the chill
in the air. C-r-a-c-k, a gunshot sounds-off
in the near distance. Birds take flight,
a flurry in the trees. I desire optimism,
yet sadness fills me, fighting back despair.

And now I hear the sound of a chainsaw
ripping through the air.

[May/1998]

*Kurrunpa: Walpiri, central Australian Aboriginal word, “life-force”.

Brothers in The Cause

Brothers in The Cause … though in our different ways and paths, we grew to respect each other in a way that is more often felt, not spoken. Many times during many years, crossing-over, passing-by, and then often joining on common ground. (Sadly one of my comrades passed recently [2020]. I was honoured to have invited him & wife as my guests to this particular event in 2018).

Community A&TSI Awards night 2018.

Considering Truth

Another possibility is that “spiritual teachers” have a flexibility of consciousness that allows them to see things from many different perspectives and also to see different levels of truth that are true simultaneously. It is possible for two opposite things to both be true, either as complementary truths or as truths that operate on different levels of reality.

So it is possible to allow things to be just as they are and, at times, to also work to change or transform the world. These two perspectives complement each other.

Most of our problems arise when we hold on too tightly to one perspective or the other.

The real gift of any “spiritual teaching” is when it points us to the part of the truth that we are overlooking or ignoring.

Most often, this is the truth that you can allow everything to be just as it is.

But sometimes someone gets stuck in the view that everything is perfect, and they need to be pointed back to the possibility of changing the world for the better.

“Everything is perfect, and there is always room for improvement!”

Four Categories of “Soul”, Essence Within

Regarding a person’s “essence”; how I relate to “another”: My guiding inner-sense [aka, discernment], based on 4 understandings.

(1) younger souls (2) older souls (3) assouls (4) no souls.

None of these are unique to a person’s “colour”, “race”, “gender”, or their spiritual-religious beliefs and/or cultural upbringing, but all to do with how they live and “relate to “others”.

Sadly there seems to be a predominance of “assouls” & a growing number of “no souls” in our political and social groups and movements, as well as our suburbs, families, and communities throughout the population, whether they be they local, national, or globally.

Addendum: (1) narcissists [sounds like, nasty-cysts], implicit trait in “assouls”. (2) psychopathy implicit within the “no souls” categories.

“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.” — Desiderius Erasmus (1466-1536)