These are the days of distinction, discernment, of separating the darkness from the light. The age of awareness, awakening. Exposing the sickness of the dark-hearted and their way of life.
"Be careful what you’re Dreaming, soon your dreams will be dreaming you." Co-creating yOUR reality — Tjukurritja Tjukurrpa — conspiracy >> subjective to objective — con+spirit+see [conspiritsee]
It limits you. Having to be “strong” for someone else. To be “strong” for everyone else. To be available, to be reliable, to be wise. To be a console and consort, constant and consistent, considerate. To be there for them, waiting, patient, tolerant, understanding, listening, supporting. Predictable. To be “strong” for them, with them, to... Continue Reading →
An expression of thought … "The tribe" members are scattered, dispersed, the seed within each spread, blown, and seeded far and wide, carried by the wind and the colonisers throughout many lands, covered and buried deep within, often hidden from those of the alienation, the ones disconnected … the "seeded" from the origene now isolated,... Continue Reading →
I have sat with, lived with, worked for, some of the most vulnerable, disempowered, hope-less, disabled, crippled, injured and poverty stricken people for decades … they will not have the knowledge, strength, resources or understanding of what is still to come…. The 100s I have personally and professionally encountered… they are the side-effected, affected, and... Continue Reading →
These daze I’m constantly confronted by how compliant the AustrAlien majority are easily fed (Bs), poorly read, readily led. Ignorance rules supreme. Fools are easily fooled and easier to please. 🤧😷🤮☠️👽💀 Have another shot of “hopeium” folks, da guvment will look afta ya!
In my line of work, and amongst the oh so many people I’ve had dealings with over several decades, how so many have spoken a lot, about compassion, caring, concern for the state of their world and their fellow humans, the environment, & such like. Yet, when life presents them with the opportunity to do... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →