Robbie-Flashes of Blue

God, The Lord God and Us

2010-08-05T15:26:00.058+10:00

God, The Lord God and Us

If the Spirit of God was breathed into man as the Breathe of life then we are the living representations of the Spirit of God.

Is there a possibility that there are many gods in the universe that can also create?

Is that why the Lord God says to many of the old testament people, "I am the Lord your God'. The Lord God however does not say that to all the people of the Old Testament, and those that were not his, were very quickly destroyed. If some of us were created by the Lord God of the Old Testament and we would like to believe that we are of His blood line, or made from His hands then I feel He needs to be respected very mindfully as this creator is a Jealous God and does not like to be messed with. Basically following some simple principles are sufficient to please the Lord God. Love the Creator of the Universe, the Great Spirit of Life and the Lord God of heaven and earth. Don’t kill, love people for who they are, don't steal or lie and be mindful of thought, speech and action. Live in the now and not the past or future, be in the now.

For those who enjoy quoting direct biblical references as a back up to theological debates, I will include some in this review. I am aware that it is well known that many of the biblical references have been tampered with, misinterpreted and generally rewritten through-out history to suit the church and the way of patriarchy. This in turn contributed to enabling the subjection of the people, domination of women by men and allowed the church to convince millions of people to live in fear. The church through misinformation then instigated the great lie. This incredible level of deceit permeated the very fabric of society and lead to the illusion that our loving Creator was a man and He would torture His children for eternity if they did not obey the priests and the teachings of the church written in a bible that the church put together from various authors of choice and not including scripts that did not follow the patriarchial approach.

If God created Us in the image of God, male and female then God is both male and female.
This truth is so simple and therefore it has taken centuries for the truth to be understood. It is the ego of mankind to label God and put a single form to God. God is the great "I am" and we are that image. We are the "I am"

Some quick biblical quotes

Genesis 1:1-31; "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth...". God created Male and female as 'man' at the same time, in the image of the "Us" after God had created the animals. Genesis1:25-27, "and God made the beast of the earth...according to its kind...then God said, 'Let Us make man in Our image according to Our likeness...male and female He created them".

Genesis 2:4-23; "...the Lord God made the earth and the heavens" (note God made heaven and earth, the Lord God made earth and heavens). The Lord God planted a specific garden east of Eden, at this time there were already towns and civilisations living in the surrounding districts. This we are aware because after Cain killed Abel he married a woman from the land of Nod. After the Lord God planted the garden east of Eden man was made, then the animals. Finally the Lord God made woman. After the Lord God made man he said in Genesis 2:18; "It is not good that man should be alone; I will make him a helper comparable to him..." after all the animals were made still no helper was found "comparable to him" so finally a woman was made. (note: God made the animals’ first then mankind, the Lord God made man, then animals, then woman).

Is there a possibility that there may be two creations of mankind on the planet, blood lines that at this point in time are mixed. However the DNA of the different creations still exist in humans resulting in the different groups that we observe world wide. One group men consider woman as equals, as God created male and female at the same time as equals.Another group of men consider woman less than equal, to be his servant. The more extreme group of men consider woman to be less than an animal, someone that can be traded or sold as livestock as she was created by the Lord God after the animals.

Many may argue this, however I am only quoting directly from the very bible that has been directly quoted to me for decades. I am also only observing the ways of mankind in society as I have witnessed it to be in many countries around the world as they are today.

Let’s look at another example of the God's of the old testament.

Noah is called by God to take "...two of every sort into the ark, to keep them alive with you; they shall be male and female...of the birds...two of every kind..." Genesis 6:13-20.

The Lord God says to Noah, "...you shall take with you seven of each of every clean animal, a male and his female, two of each animal that are unclean...also seven each of birds..." Genesis 7:1-3.

God identifies male and female as equal, the Lord God likes to place ownership of the male and his female, setting the stage for patriarchy. None of Gods animals are unclean unlike the Lord God who identifies clean and unclean setting the stage for segregation. Needless to say there are obviously two stories here.

God created a world that was basically vegetarian. "And God said, 'see I have given you every herb that yields seed which is on the face of all the earth, and every tree whose fruit yields seed; to you it shall be for feed, also to every beast of the earth, to every bird of the air and to everything that creeps on the earth, in which there is life, I have given every green herb for food; and it was so…" Genesis 1:29-31.

After the great flood, everything changed. When Noah disembarked from the ark onto dry land the first thing he did was set up an altar and "took of every clean animal and of every clean bird, and offered burnt offerings on the altar and the Lord smelled a soothing aroma…"Genesis 8:20-21.

Regardless of whether these stories are true or a fairytale, I am just pointing out that if a movie is to be made, or if some preaching is to be preached then let it be as close to the story as possible. Firstly: the stories I was told in Sunday school and the Hollywood movies are incorrect with the two animals going into the ark because Noah burnt one of them so there would be none around if only two went aboard. Therefore more than two had to go on the ark, Second: the Lord likes a barbaque as the aroma of burning flesh was soothing.

Now we read that God and the Lord God introduced the meat eating society for God quietly tells Noah, "...and the fear of you and the dread of you shall be on every beast of the earth on every bird in the air...and on all the fish of the sea...every moving thing that lives shall be food for you..." Genesis 9:1-4.

Is it at all possible that Jesus Christ is the incarnation of the Lord God of the Old Testament? Jesus mentioned a few times that he came to fulfill the prophecy of Moses.
If Jesus was the Lord God of the Old Testament then He definately asked alot of his people in the killing of so many of the beings that existed in those days. Literally hundreds and thousands of men, women and children were murdered by the likes of Moses and the Israelistes on their quest for the promised land, in the name of the Lord God and at times by the hand of the Lord God and His angels, example being Sodom and Gomorahh. As a commandment was set by God that we are not to Kill, then the Lord God did not adhere to one of Gods fundamental requests. In the form of a man, Jesus Christ the Lord God certainly fulfilled the prophecy of karma by dying for the sin of not only mankind but of all the death and murder described in the old testament. A book that depicts a chapter of mankind more violent and bloody than any book ever written.

Jesus makes it very clear that our great Parent interpreted by the church in the bible as "Our Father" yet well understood today to be "Our Father and Mother", the great 'Abba" is the Creator of the Universe. Jesus also makes it very clear that He is One with God just as we are one with God. Many wonderful images are described by Jesus Christ reminding us that we are One with our Creator, made in the image and likeness. This in turn leads me to believe that in the image and likeness of the Creator I too can create for I have the likeness of God within me, and the Spirit of God is the breath of life that keeps my physical form alive. Through the incarnation of the Lord God as Jesus Christ I have been given the gift of Christ Consciousness. Jesus makes it clear to me that not only has man sinned against God the loving Creator of the Universe but so have some of Gods other children, the other gods who also create, like the Lord God of the Old Testament who instigated such violence and murder on so many people. Even the gods have gone quite insane at times in the history of creation and have also required a form of redemption by way of taking on human form to learn from their mistakes. The most unfortunate of all angels, he that went completely insane is in my opinion the one we humans call Satan or Beelzubub. He then took with him many other angelic beings of love and light and assisted in developing their mass level of insanity that has perpetrated onto earth and manifested in many societies as a collective insanity of human consciousness.

Our Great Mother "Earth", We send you Love. Thank you for forgiving Us

Our Great Father "Heaven", We send you Love. Thank you for healing Us back to sanity

In this light I hope that even the great deceiver of angels, the one who has taken great pleasure in humiliating humans for eons of time, the brightest star who fell to earth out of ego, he who is named Satan, I pray that he finds a way to redeem himself and to see that peace and love is the only way to live. I pray that sanity prevails and that angels and humans alike experience the love of the cosmic and universal Creator, and in this love they are filled with the light of Christ consciousness and are healed. May sanity prevail and in love we walk again on Earth respecting Her and thanking Her for providing us with food and a place to live. Thanking Mother Earth for the wealth of life that she provides for and forgiving Us, her children for we are now healed and we can now see. When Jesus Christ asked God to forgive us he was correct in saying we did not know what we were doing as the insanity of mankind has lead to many black outs in remembering our Universal origin and remembering our Great Mother Earth. It is the road to peace that is pathing the way to the presence of human existence. We all, humans, animals, vegetation, minerals, spirits and angels are living in harmony with balance and equality. We just have to see it and believe it so we can live in it. We will see the light and the dark as a natural progression in the way of life.

Just as we see night and day, we will see man and no man. We will accept a non judgemental society seeing only the similiarities not the differences and this will draw us closer together. We will live in the now, we will experience the present as this is when we are in the presence of the Great Spirit, our Universal consciousness, Reality.

Life will once again rotate within the sacred geometrical design that utilises the mathematical precision of universal coordinates based on love and light.

Exploring Dream Journeys. Ch 10

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CHAPTER SIX

Exploring Dream Journeys. Ch 5

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CHAPTER
FIVE
The Sacred Lingum

Our journey continued along the winding trail of the sacred walking track Far into the distance we saw a cave. As we stopped to look at the cave it began to glow as if someone had just lit a fire. There was a special Energy around us. The sound of birds chattering and singing filled the air like an orchestra. I felt like my feet were no longer touching the ground, like for a brief moment in time I was floating on top of the sacred walking track. I looked towards the horizon at the glowing cave. Suddenly there was not a sound in the forest to be heard. The stillness was deafening. She who wears Dragon Suit had noticed something to the left of where her foot stood on the tracks. She bent down and picked up something. She was holding a rock. Perfectly formed in the shape of an egg she held this precious rock, and starred at it. I walked briskly up to her and said, 'Why did you pick up that rock?' She who wears Dragon Suit replied, 'It spoke to me in a language not for my ears to hear but for my heart to hear. I had to pick it up'. I stared at her and then at the rock. I knew straight away this was a special moment.

Still not remembering Queen Robusta's story I stood just memorised by this rock. He who knows Wombat Poo said that she could take it with her or leave it behind and put it back on the earth. I suddenly remembered the story and said, 'It's a Lingum'. The Sacred Lingum glowed before our eyes. Years of ancient knowledge was being held by this majestic Lignum and the ancestors of the Lingum had been waiting whoever knows how long for the guardian to come along and take the knowledge. This guardian was chosen by Time itself. The guardian at this stage was to be She who wears Dragon Suit. I began asking her many questions about what she feels and what she senses She who wears Dragon Suit began to tell her story. When she picked up the rock she was informed that memories were held in the rock, sacred memories. She could see herself carrying the Lingum. We decided to hold a ceremony and a meditation to thank the ancestors and sacred spirits for the Lingum and to ask permission as to what was to be done next. As soon as this decision was made the birds once again began to sing. I looked across the valley to where the glowing cave was. There was no cave.

Asking my companions if they could see the cave they too were bewildered as to the disappearance of the glowing cave. We gathered ourselves together for the Puja, a sacred fire ceremony. Overlooking the valley opposite to the spot where we remembered the cave to have been we began the ceremony of thanks giving. Standing by the tree with the hollowed out branch, on the sacred soil of Gaia mother earth who holds the memories of our land, we thanked God, our Divine Mother and Divine Father, we thanked our ancestors, the tribal elders of the land, and the Grandmothers. We acknowledged the healing angels thanking our souls, our higher selves and our Gurus and teachers who taught us the wisdom of the land.

We did not have the Agni Hotra fire ceremony kit, which included a copper pyramid to hold the sacred fire intact. We also understood that it was bush fire season so avoiding a fire hazard we used our imaginations. She who wears Dragon Suit sat on a beautiful flat granite rock. In front of her were two granite rocks so perfectly shaped that you could picture a flickering fire burning brightly between them. He who knows Wombat Poo sat a little distance away, and I stood somewhere in the back ground. We sang songs and rejoiced in the gift from the forest and our ancestors. She who wears Dragon suit was holding the Lingum and in her minds eye she saw herself holding the Lingum inside Uluru. Not on top or around the outskirts but actually inside Uluru. She was given the message that the Lingum needed to travel to Uluru and to be placed in the hands of the Aboriginal elders of the Anangu tribe. They would know what to do next with the sacred knowledge. She was also informed of what she was to wear for the ceremony at Uluru. A nice brown shirt, skirt with a pair of dangling earrings. Obviously this Lingum had something to do with female knowledge because we girls certainly liked dressing up for grand occasions. I loved it. We sang and danced at the sacred site on top of the Flagstaff mountain. The spiritual elders of the Kamilaroi people gave us their permission to take the sacred Lingum off the mountain and told us it had to go to Swami Rosie's' home at Ashram Santum Gourie situated at Bellbird Heights NSW.

The imaginary flames flickered and danced. Elders from the Kamilaroi people, tribe of Flagstaff mountain, gathered in spirit around us requesting we assist them to help some of the trapped Kamilaroi spirits leave the area. The elders told us that they were like spiritually unemployed entities that were bored and needed to get a job in another dimension. They no longer belonged on this physical plane but because they died traumatically and suddenly from a fight, their spirit was stuck on the mountain. They told us that the four spirits kept getting in the way of the guardians of the mountain. We assisted the elders of the Kamilaroi people and watched in awe as the four young people rejoiced as they saw the light and left this dimensional plane. They thanked us ans said they it is a terrible feeling to be lost and not no in which direction to travel. Just as they had left and we had gathered our belongs and the Lingum my elder Percy from the Gamilaroi tribe, closely connected to the Kamilaroi people appeared before me in spirit. Percy looked at me and said 'baby girl, why don’t you listen'.

Swami Rosie

I didn't understand what Percy was trying to tell me and wondered what was to happen next. As soon as we got into the car, He who knows Wombat Poo looked at me and said, my name is now Lakshman. We left the mountain and as we were travelling home I noticed sitting on the bonnet of my car an Aboriginal child. No one else could see her. She was quietly looking at me and I wondered why the spirit of this child had decided to join us. I asked the child telepathically what she was doing with us and received no response. To the right of the car travelling at great speed along the open plains of the surrounding hinterland there were around 30 spirit people, both in Aboriginal and American Indian form riding magnificent horses following the car. Galloping along they continued to follow us all the way back to Bellbird Height. We arrived at Swami Rosie's hoping to find some answers to our adventure.

Gathering in the kitchen of Ashram Santum Gourie we talked in detail of the discovery of the sacred Lingum. Swami was intrigued and it was decided to go to the Aboriginal ceremony site at the Ashram to give thanks and do Puja. As the ceremony was about to begin Swami asked us if we knew of the child spirit who was sitting at the ceremony site. 'Yes,' I replied 'she travelled on the bonnet of the car all the way down here and we were also followed by many spirit people on horses'. Swami spoke to the girl and it was discovered she is the spiritual guardian of the Lingum. For many hundreds of years she has been born into the Kamilaroi clan and as she matured became a grandmother to the sacred women's' knowledge that was transferred to the Lingum. When the sacred rock was stolen by Fox Man she was just a child and as she was trying to protect the rock he had pushed her and she died after hitting her head on the Lingum. Her job has been to guard the Lingum and to travel with it and guide it to the next guardian who would take it here to the Ashram and to the tender heart of the loving Swami who has dedicated her life to the Aboriginal spirit and the cleansing of Gaia. I felt tears well in my eyes as I heard this story. We sat in silence as Swami lit the sacred Puja flame and our ceremony of thanks began.

Exploring Dream Journeys. Ch 4

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CHAPTER FOUR

Flashstaff Hill

This particular journey began simply enough. Flashstaff Hill has camping spots and bush walks. It's a wonderful place at Tamworth, the Country Music Capital of Australia. Growl had dropped me off at the car park and I was getting out of a Subaru Four Wheel drive with two other people, my brother Peter and his friend. My two companions and I anticipated a one hour return trip on a 3.7 km walk. As we started the climb, I jogged ahead to get a closer look. It became blatantly obvious to me that ab- sailing equipment might assist us. The climb was arduous. I felt a burst of electricity flow through me stopping me in my tracks. Looking around I realised we had entered into the land of fairies and mystery. Peter was now He who knows Wombat Poo and his friend She who wears Dragon suit. I, am know as She who flies with Eagles. The slope angle on the mountain was nearly 70 degrees. I assisted my companions as often as I could as they struggled with the climb. At times I felt the clouds passing by my face. We were high up. On a number of occasions I carried them both, one on each shoulder, as we flew over treacherous land formations. As we neared the crest in the mountain top I looked over the valley and time stood still. I could not blink for excitement was overwhelming me. I looked at my companions. The land of magic and imagination lay ahead.

We all stood quietly as Gaia our mother earth laughed in delight excited about the journey she will help us enjoy. When we reached the great spiritual mound of the bush ant, He who knows Wombat Poo requested that I have a name change. So at the great place of the ant mound surrounded by millions of warrior ants who were cheering and applauding I had a naming ceremony for this particular adventure. The great warrior ants were offered crumbed biscuit and once again applauded as the crumbs were sprinkled on the ground. The celebration could be heard throughout the forest as this day was now a holiday and no one had to look for food. After the naming ceremony, we set off once again. The climb remained arduous and the sun's warm rays heated the forest earth floor. I was walking in blue/white thongs and this allowed the ants to visit my toes occasionally for the odd nibble or two. I believe in the future a covered shoe would protect my feet. However it has been said that the ant can extract toxins from our skin, and as I believe this to be true, my feet were being cleansed by the irritating stinging bite of the sacred ant. As we neared the mountain ridge we could see the vastness of the land below. The valleys and hills were magnificent with the glowing greens, browns and reds of the eucalyptus forest.

He who knows Wombat Poo took the lead followed by woman of the Dragon clan, She who wears Dragon suit. I guarded the rear somewhat confused by my new name, She who Dribbles while Walking. As the morning progressed I was informed that my name was, She who Drivels while Walking. I think it has something to do with me talking a lot. In any case I preferred my own name and promptly renamed myself. At the resting spot we held our walking sticks high and chanted the sound of Om. Drinking fresh water from the flowing stream I marvelled and rejoiced with mother earth “Gaia” and was grateful for her bountiful supply of love. Shouting 'Kooee' down the valley and hearing the echo return my call I smiled within my heart.

When we reached the top of the mountain we could see as far as our vision allowed us. The great vast ocean and the lands stretching to the open horizon. Two Wedge Tailed Eagles soared above us. I knew them well. We spoke of love to each other and they said my name is much better than the name He who knows Wombat Poo had given me. I replied; 'She who flies with Eagles soars with you both to the end of the universe and beyond'. The two eagles smiled at me and flew to the highest peak on the mountain where their young were nested. The air was crisp, we could touch the clouds. Little birds, swallows, wrens and Willy wagtails flashed by as they danced in the trees. Hopping from branch to branch they sang their songs to Gaia. A magnificent black crow stared at me from high up on the tip of a huge squiggly gum. I felt his love.

It would certainly come as no surprise for all involved finding out who lived at the White Flower with Yellow Centre on Eucalyptus Tree. This was home to a very shy and reserved clan. Their wings are a delicate net work of golden weave fibres exquisitely reflecting the rays of light as they fly the dance of the Yellow Centre. They are totally in love with their lives, with each other and with their home. Always ready to invite guests to visit their Queen we were honoured to be offered this wonderful opportunity. Queen Robusta was camouflaged and she noticed that He who knows Wombat Poo was taking photos. 'Hello there' she quietly said as the camera was clicking very close to her home. 'I say, He who knows Wombat Poo...can you hear me,'? It's only natural that the Queen would know all our names as she just knows everyone’s name. Some would say that it’s impossible, but the tribe of the White flower with Yellow Centre on Eucalyptus Tree have a natural gift with names and are well respected in their community for this gift. Often smaller communities would travel many lengths of a tree limb to politely request the name of a fellow forest dweller. Especially the twittering Willy Wagtail. They are the most forgetful member of the forest , constantly requesting the names for everything. Willy Wagtails are brilliant if anyone wants to know what is happening and who it is happening to. They are a wonderful resource of information. They are a welcomed visitor to the White flower with Yellow Centre on Eucalyptus Tree tribe, because they are so funny with a contagious sense of humour. 'I say' the Queen politely asks, 'can you hear me, He who knows wombat Poo?' I walked over to where she was. Talking telepathically to the Queen I asked, 'how are you on this fine day?' 'Very well' the Queen replied. 'Does He who knows Wombat Poo not hear me?' 'No', I replied. 'He is developing his communication skills however can only hear the audible word at this stage.' 'Please send him my regards' she said 'and thank him for taking our photos. Did you notice how the children fairies danced around the flowers in joyful play and flew the dance of the Yellow Centre?'; '

Yes' I said 'it was wonderful they are so beautiful and clever'. Before we left, Queen Robusta spoke of mysteries and an ancient ceremony that was performed many tree lives ago. It was a sacred Women's' ceremony by the Grandmothers and a special rock that they used called a Lingum had been stolen by the Fox Man. He had tried to stop the continuation of the ceremony that was preformed to protect the land from people who wished to harm the animals. Apparently the Lingum was being guarded by a spirit and the spirit of the Grandmother clan were waiting for the human guardian to arrive. This was an interesting story. I thanked her for the ancient knowledge. As we walked out of the small grove, I felt a cloud in my mind and I totally forgot her message.

Exploring Dream Journeys. Ch 3

2010-07-11T02:56:00.035+10:00

CHAPTER THREE

Back in Time

The underground train station was huge with stairs and tunnels all over the place. Turning east I began walking down a flight of stairs feeling very alone. A man who was also walking down the steps offered me his hand and feeling very lost and frightened like a small child and I took hold of this man's hand. He was tall, at least 2.5 meters. I looked up at him and smiled, somehow he looked familiar, but the steps was dark and I couldn't see his face clearly. When we reached the bottom of the stairs I let go of his hand. Another tall stranger was walking along the platform, turning to me he offered me his hand to hold. With a somewhat cheeky grin I held his hand. Quickly looking back at the first man I was shocked to observe that he began to walk through a wall just like in the movie of Harry Potter. Turning to look at me with a serious expression on his face he said; ”let's go.” Letting go of the other man's hand I ran the short distance that separated us, grabbing his outreached hand that he was holding behind his back as his body had already disappeared and felt myself being pulled through the wall.

We landed on a bridge over a railway station that looked very similar to a town called St Marys in NSW. Dressed in an old fashioned late 1800's outfit I noticed that I had no gloves on, and it was bitterly cold, dark and overcast. The tall man wore a top hat with a long black jacket, lined with red silk. He was neatly dressed in an expensive 1820's gentleman's suit. Finally looking down at me I got to see his face clearly, the man was from the party at The Shack who had offered me a drink. He said, 'I'm Co-Pilot.' We stood on the bridge in the dark enveloped by a fine mist. As we began to walk, a police officer approached us. He looked me over from head to foot. Finally he asked; 'what is your name woman and why are you not wearing any gloves?' I didn't know how to answer him. He remained inquisitive, asking me; 'where are you going so late at night and...' Stopping mid sentence he disappeared. At that very moment Co-Pilot had grabbed my hand and we floated very quickly and invisibly, to a small group of six people who were climbing the stairs of the overpass. Looking at the top of the bridge to the spot where the police office now stood, I noticed he had a very confused look on his face, as to where the woman without the gloves had disappeared to. Most of the time Co-Pilot telepathically. He told me that not wearing gloves was illegal for women in this era, especially a woman walking alone in the dead of the night at a railway station overpass and they were sent to jail for this crime. I then realised that the police officer did not see Co-Pilot and I appeared to him as walking alone. We blended in comfortably to the small group of people or should I say I blended in, as I don't think anyone could see Co-Pilot. Some people were praying and others quietly singing hymns as they climbed the stairs of the rail overpass bridge. One man, very chubby and short, with a black coat, and top hat was carrying a big silver tray with roast chicken surrounded by roasted vegetables. This man was discussing with the group how very fortunate they all were to be supplying the dying man and his family with food and that in times like these of great hunger and misfortune they too were provided by their organisation with food for their service work. He went on to say that they needed to be careful of the dying persons coat and discussed in great the length the significance of this coat and how it had been passed down many generations, how once it was stolen by the son of the dying man and how his daughter had somehow recovered the coat much to the dismay of the thieving son. Apparently guards had been posted at the dying man's house, specially employed to guard the coat.

Time started to drift around me like the mist on a cold winters morning. My hand was gripped by the familiar strength of Co-Pilot. I found myself standing alone at St Marys railway station. It was around midday and the area was busy. I was quickly discovering that Co-Pilot tends to transport me to a destination then leave me there alone. I was on the south side of the station dressed in the modern day clothing of the 1980's.

Cars were travelling on the road and people around me were going about their daily business. I looked across the road at a small family shopping. They reminded me of one of my family outings when I was young with my father, brother and sister. Dad had just bought us all shoes and we were going into the delicatessen to buy salted liquorice from our pocket money. I remember Helen and I ate our liquorice so fast that we felt quite ill from the gluttony. I thought it would be fun to go to my dads factory on Dunheved Circuit. Walking across the railway crossing I felt a sudden surge of light surround me. Feeling very dizzy, I thought 'no way Rob, you're not going to faint.' Rob was another of my nick names given to me by Alpha-Om as Carerobaiag was a such a long name. The midday sun felt very hot on my face. Gathering all my strength and not wanting to faint on a railway track I continued walking stopping on the northern side to catch my breathe. Gathering my strength from the dizzy, near faint experience and feeling grateful I didn't faint or collapse I looked up the road to continue my journey and stood very still.

The road was no longer what I expected it was now dirt and the familiar site of modern day buildings and cars had disappeared. Horses and buggies were transporting people and goods and everyone was dressed in a style similar to the clothing of the late 1800's. In my heart I felt it was the summer of 1890. My clothing had also transformed into an outfit for that era. I turned to look back across the railway crossing only to see what I had just been living in. An average day in the life of the average 1980's person with cars and traffic. Looking north was 1890, mirroring the southern aspect which was 1980. I began to walk to a building on the northern side across the dirt road in my lace up black boats, long black dress with a black and red coloured hat, black gloved hands and a black laced umbrella. I looked like I was going or had just been to a funeral. Standing at the entrance of this old building was a tall dark haired man. He smiled at me. I recognised him immediately my friend Alpha-Om. 'We've been waiting for you Rob;' he quietly said, as he moved aside allowing me to walk up the stairs. Looking at him, knowing that I was in a time warp and enjoying the experience. Very quickly I glanced back at were I had come from. There they all were, the mirror image of two worlds in different times. The cars and the horses divided by a railway track. Just as my lace up boot touched the first step and my hand gripped the wooden hand rail everything around me began to swirl and went black. I felt my hand being grabbed. Co-Pilot.

The Car Drive

Next thing I knew I was alone in a car that had no brakes and was careering out of control down a long winding road. The car was unable to stop. I didn't know what was happening. Driving down the hill the car kept going faster and faster, seemingly in control of itself, taking the bends in the road and not crashing. I started to panic. No brakes, no control. Up ahead were lots of people crossing the road. I had to think quickly. Slightly to my left I could see a very steep driveway. Holding the wheel and determined to get my speeding out of control car off the road I turned the wheel sharply managing to swerve off the road and onto the driveway. It was steep and I immediately felt relaxed as I thought to myself this would definitely slow the car down, but it didn’t. It was if some other force was putting weight on the accelerator. Continuing to slam on the brakes and pulling on the hand brake to no avail the car propelled itself up the hill.

I could now see a house with a carport housing a gold coloured Mercedes Benz. Turning the wheel to the right hoping to avoid a collision I continued to pull with all my might on the handbrake and put all my weight on the foot brake. The car spun around and I was now going backwards down a smaller driveway heading for the house. Realising that it might have been my mind that was controlling the car I began to let go of the fear of feeling out of control to the belief I had everything under control. Continuing to belief that the car would stop I felt it finally slow down. It hit the house slightly before coming to a stop. I couldn’t believe what had happened. Getting out of the car I walked in a daze looking for damage. At this point the owners had emerged and were describing all the damage I had caused. On closer expectation I had hit their led light glass featured wall, filled with beautifully designed art work. There were massive cracks all through the glass. I gave them my contact details so the damage could be fixed and I would reimburse them.

The house was built high on the mountain pass. I wanted to get back down to the main road and after walking around found steps leading down part of the mountain. I began to climb these steps. They were so steep I had to transverse them backward like walking down a ladder. On the way down I gazed across at the neighbouring property and saw hundreds of people wearing tall triangular peaked hats, some were white hats and others wore red hats. People were gathered wearing long flowing robes and worshipping someone or something that was seated on a large chair in the centre of them. When I got to the bottom of the ladder there were some sandstone steps going down to an oval were many people who I had seen earlier walking across the road were gathered. I was surrounded by statues of animals, humans and part man part beast statues. There were also statues with what appeared to be humans with many arms and hands attached to their body. In their hands were many objects and one of these statues had many faces to the north, south, east and west. I was slightly alarmed and yet at the same time found a level of familiarity with all these statues and forms. In the garden I saw a lady I had known many years earlier, standing at a tall table with a white granite top talking on a phone that was made out of gold. I heard her say that she now had many people working for her and worshipping her.

As I stood staring at all these people my wolf Growl appeared. For this I was grateful. His presence is comforting. I found it interesting that no one feared the awesome presence of Growl until I realised that he was invisible to the people and upon realising this I also noticed that I too was invisible. Grateful for Growl's company I climbed onto his furry back, snuggled into the warmth of his coat and he flew into the blue sky up past the clouds to a place I had visited many times. I was going to Flashstaff Hill.

Exploring Dream Journeys. Ch 2

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CHAPTER TWO

Seeing Helen

The Shack appears to be very small when looking at it from the outside, I know this place well. The rustic palace like interior is filled with countless rooms and stairs, each room reflecting its own unique architectural design. I remember three steps going up into the kitchen and four steps going down on the other side to the west wing. The west wing is a large area, with a bohemian atmosphere and an intoxicating sense of freedom. The room features a centred fireplace with couches and pillows randomly positioned around it. Heavy velvet curtain drapes cover a massive bay window which overlooks a picturesque mountain pass offering the perfect place to watch a sunset. The west wing has windows on three sides, a massive bay window and the two other windows are creatively decorated with artistic led light designs. These designs reflect colourfully off the white ceilings. The walls are painted in soft shades of red to yellow and then orange representing an afternoon sunset. I felt great. I am coming back to a place I call home.

As I entered the shack I was surprised to see Helen sitting in a huge chair. She always looked peacefully radiant and happy, often appearing to me in the form of a giant with a height of at least 3 metres. Helen reduced her giant size down to a more conventional height the minute she saw me thus making the chair she was sitting on appear amazingly big. Helen quietly smiled at me, got up off the chair and walked into the west wing room. I joined her there, sitting on a big soft red pillow surrounded by a few other people who I didn't recognise, all lounging around on the floor cushions, chatting and drinking hot drinks. I was offered a mug of tea and before I even answered there it was in my hand. A nice cup of chai, delicious. In the bag I was carrying was a beautiful present for Helen, my sister, which was bought on my last journey with Alpha-Om. Not expecting to see her here I hadn't had time to wrap it. Asking Helen to turn around I quickly wrapped her present. It was the most elegant beige bra with black lace and matching knickers perfect for my little sister. Just as I had finished wrapping the present I turned and saw my reflection in a huge wall mirror.

My reflection did not look at all like the woman I thought myself to be. Where was the Amazon looking women, Flashes of Blue?. I appeared in my reflection as a short woman with a full figure and round features. It must have been cold because I had a pink shawl over my head. Pink is not a colour I wear because I think it only looks good on blondes and I thought I was a brunette. Looking closely at my reflection I realised I was blonde as well as short. Still in shock of how I looked I heard a familiar voice say, 'Carerobgaia, its time for the lecture, hurry and get organised'.

My lecturer was a tall, slim woman with dark hair and pronounced facial features. She reminded me of how I remembered myself to look like, the person I thought I was. Upon seeing my teacher I got into a fluster. Not knowing what to say, where to look or what to do and realising I needed to get ready for this lecture, as it was about to start in the lecture room I felt very confused. Looking at Helen who was sitting on her giant chair quietly smiling at the events uncoiling before her I was at a loss of what to do, and who I actually was. My teacher looked like me, and I looked like some stranger in the mirror. I was in a tether, and the only solution I could think of was to go to bed, which I promptly attempted to do. Sometimes escape is my only solution to a problem.

The communal bedroom has many beds. The room is designed circular and the beds are positioned along the curved wall. Each bed has its own small cupboard and shelf with people's names written on them. I went straight to my bed. In the centre of the bedroom was another fireplace with a round teak table and chair set close by. The floor is covered with beautiful oval Persian rugs, enhancing the warm and cosy atmosphere. So to bed I was about to go when I heard the front door of the shack open. Walking towards the entrance for a look at who had arrived I noticed a dark headed man heading towards the west wing holding a horse coat that was broken and required mending. Walking over to Helen he bent down and began speaking very quietly to her, holding the torn horse coat. I went over to the two of them thinking I could offer some help as I was an excellent seamstress however as I tried to interfere in their discussion I once again became invisible. Neither of them heard me or saw me.

The Shack

The Shack is a place I have visited many times over the years. On one of my first visits, the forest was young and not very dense and the dirt road didn't exist. All the preparation work was being done to build the road with trees being cut down and post markers connected by ropes were in place. I reached the top of the mountain by walking on the outside of the ropes through the young forest. When I got to the top of the mountain standing at The Shack's entrance, was a woman of ageless beauty and endless wisdom who greeted me. Her blonde hair was long going down her back past her knees. She looked as if she was as old as life itself yet appeared in physical form as a youthful woman. Many years after visiting to The Shack this magical lady re-introduced herself to me, due to my apparent forgetfulness as Sky Watcher. We entered The Shack which instantly reminded me of the Tardis from the TV show, Dr Who. In the small entrance foyer I was confronted to see many of my personal belongs including some of my oil paintings and canvases stacked up against the walls. I wondered at the time why my stuff was here in the foyer. Now I know that I was moving in and that there would be a cupboard, shelf and bed with my name on them. At the time of this visit though I remembered nothing about this. Proceeding to follow the magically beautiful lady called “Sky Watcher” we walked down a hallway that had many doors on either side. Some doors where open featuring rooms all built very differently with levels and steps leading to other rooms featuring massive windows and verandahs overlooking valleys or waterfalls, some overlooked forests and others overlooked the ocean.

After walking down the corridor with all the doors leading into the different rooms we came across a stair case. Walking up the two flights of stairs, I remember the exquisitely engraved hand rail marvelling at the handrails carvings. Sky Watcher told me that the star case is always changing as the rails get extended to illustrate in engravings the adventures of all the people who live in the house. I looked closely at the descriptive story carved in the wood with pictures illustrating the lives of many people. Towards the top of the stairs I noticed the handrail carvings depicting a woman standing with an elderly lady next to a big truck with an eagle flying overhead. This scene looked somehow familiar. At the top of the stairs we entered a courtyard filled with hundreds of people. The outdoor entertainment section had a huge wooden beamed roof that was covered with grape vines yielding a delicious crop. I walked quietly amongst these people of unknown origins and was offered a drink by a very tall man I didn't remember him at that time but was in later journeys to be re-introduced to him as Co-Pilot. Upon glancing across the sea of faces I was struck to see the familiar and serene face of the man I knew as Alpha-Om. He smiled. We communicated telepathically and I asked him what was he doing here, his response was just another smile. All of a sudden my hand was held firmly with the strong grip of the tall stranger who had offered me the drink. At that very moment the room faded away and I found myself standing at a busy underground railway station.

Exploring Dream Journeys. Ch 1

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AUTHOR'S PREFACE

My name is Carerobgaia, daughter of the wise man from the “Wooden Clog Clan”. My mother was daughter of the Grandmother from the “Lia Pootah People”. I was initiated with two other names representing the fork in the tree of my heritage. My name “Flashes of Blue” is gifted from my fathers side. He was born in Alkmaar, from the country of Holland where people reclaim land from the sea. My other name “She who Flies with Eagles” is my gift name from my great great great great great great great grandmother. I will call her

Grandmother. She was born in the land of the Trowerner, belonging to the 'Big River Tribe”. I am born of the Kinship Group of the Lia Pootah people from Tasmania. My spirit soars with the love of Earth and the dream time stories of old. Within this short story I will explore my dream journey in a world where illusion is considered reality and reality is part of the illusion.

CHAPTER ONE

Meeting Growl

I'm standing with a group of people in a large khaki coloured tent. A mountain range in the distance is our backdrop with a blue green lake in the foreground. The tent is situated at the base of a huge green grassy slope. It's a makeshift first aide room with doctors and nurses gathering around patients lying on stretchers and seated in chairs. There was an unwell woman with a massive case of lower limb oedema lying on a stretcher near to where I was standing. I approached her noticing her pale and pallor appearance with perspiration droplets on her forehead, suggesting the possibility of a fever. The doctor asked me to assist in an assessment, and as I was completing it the woman literally slithered off the stretcher.

Her body appeared to shape shift into a writhing form transforming before our eyes into a long, pale white lizard like creature crawling out of the tent, similar to how a crocodile would walk, making it's way up the grassy slope that was behind the tent, towards the forest in the distance. The hill was full of people celebrating the equinox festival. Trees surrounding the hill were covered with beautifully decorated fairy lights and the festive carnival atmosphere was infectious. The doctor and I stood outside the tent watching this strange shape shifting Woman-White Lizard crawl towards the crowd, inconspicuously merging with the land and disappearing into the adjoining forest. No one appeared to have seen her, except for us. As soon as she had disappeared I felt a huge energy gathering in the sky to my left. Turning towards that direction a massive dark cloud appeared, swooping at great speed towards the carnival. The dark cloud enveloped an area directly in front of me Heaps of people in the crowd screamed in fear, running up the hill away from this dark mass that had landed next to the ancient eucalyptus tree, right where I was standing.

Frightened people withdrew up the hill as a wolf, huge in stature, appeared out of the dark cloud. Standing nearly 2 metres in height and 3 metres in length he crouched beside the ancient tree. Telepathically I hear his name, "Growl". People began to let go of their fear and walk towards him for a closer look. His fierce-some face with huge teeth just snarled at them, and an earth shaking grumbling growl came from his throat. I stood in awe of this creature and began to bow in reverence to his magnificent statue. As I was about to bow Growl showed his teeth squinted eyes that glowed like burning embers and fiercely glared at me. I felt his voice inside my head saying “do not bow before me, we are.” At this I stood gathered myself and approached him. He was still showing his teeth and making a grumbling noise that sounded like thunder. I didn't care. Patting him under his chin and showing no fear I found myself being invited to jump on his awesome great furry back. With a sudden jolt and lounging movement Growl took off, flying over the surprised crowd It was like a scene out of the Never Ending Story, yet I was the one flying and my dog was a fierce warrior wolf. She who Flies with Eagles is now flying with a wolf, how wonderful.

Seeing Oma

We flew to Barrington Tops a magnificent mountain range situated in Northern NSW. There hidden away in the forest on a mountain side was a small shack surrounded by a dense eucalyptus forest with a waterfall as its backdrop. Growl dropped me off on a dirt road that wound its way up the mountain slope to a small wooden shack. After I dismounted from Growl's back he silently flew away. I stood quietly on the red dusty road nestled in a beautiful grove surrounded by Australian bushland. In the distance I saw lots of dust and heard the rumbling sound of a powerful engine roaring its way towards me.

A huge red truck appeared with black stripes down its side panel and an interesting yellow orb sign as its emblem. The truck stopped directly opposite me. Three men dressed in black jumpsuits with red collars got out of the cabin and opened the back panel of the truck. Many elderly people were standing in the dark dusty truck looking lost, lonely and frightened. A panel of stairs was pulled out for them and they were requested to disembark from the truck. I felt invisible as no-one had seen me even though I was in direct view of everyone. After the people stepped down off the back of the truck, they were shuffled along the road. To the right of where I was standing a convoy of black cars approached with what appeared to be a police escort to the front and the rear of the convoy. The so called police officers, dressed in weird uniforms that where also black with white neck pieces began directing the elderly to sit in the black vehicles. I stood and watched as these activities were happening and still no one saw me or if they had seen me I was not acknowledged.

Walking over to the area where the people where disembarking off the truck I looked into the back of it. I was surprised to see my Oma standing amongst many elderly ladies way to the rear I called out; “Oma.” She smiled so warmly, and was very happy to see me. I helped Oma off the truck onto the red dirt track. Oma gave me a bid cuddle and then before my eyes Oma started to change her molecular structure becoming blurry then becoming a bright white light and then just disappearing. The air around where Oma had once stood was warm and comforting, and looking overhead I saw a majestic eagle flying east. I felt that wherever Oma disappeared to it must have been a beautiful place. I watched the Officers of the Law continue to direct the elderly citizens to the awaiting black cars. The people where asking many questions appearing confused and disorientated. Turning again to look into the truck I saw stacks of cloths and luggage racks. There were lots of fur coats. Much of the clothing was for a cold climate. All the articles and personal belongs were left behind in the truck as I watched the cars drive off, disappearing into the distance with the elderly people, leaving a trail of dust behind them. After the dust settled I quietly walked up to the shack, with very fond memories of Opa and Oma flooding through my mind. The smell of Opa's cigars wafted past me in the mountain air. I felt my skin get goosebumps and knew that Opa was saying hello.

Looking at the world from on top of Uluru

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I really like this photo of Chad's feet. He climbed the magnificent sacred Rock bare foot! Here we are only 1/4 of the way up the steep climb to the top. You can see the car park down below and to the right is the chain which is a life saver, especially for me as I hang on to it. Never have I climbed anything so step in all my life.

Observing the magnificient sunset from the top of Uluru ( Ayres Rock) across to Kate Juta (previously known as the Olga's)

Amazing "air holes" are scattered all across the surface of Uluru, representing what appears like nostrils

It is certainly a very arduous climb to the top of Uluru and what a spiritual experience! At the very peak is what appears like a giant garbage bin...very Australian...painted red with a sun dial on the top showing the directions and distances of all the major cities in Australia from that location. Chad looks very wise perched on this monumental artifact.

Beautiful People

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beautiful friend Jo

and my wonderful friend Christine. We are standing in front of one of my murals

Here is Christa

my mate Julz

Black Crow Walking Sally and I in their kitchen at Millfield

one of our many adventures

Amazing Uluru in central australia

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My son Chad and I travelled to Uluru this year for our Spiritual retreat during Easter. It was magical the full moon was beautiful

What an incredible opportunity to view Uluru on a full moon. It was quite chilly in the morning as you can see by the bennies and warm jackets

The walk around the base of Uluru took as a couple of hours as we enjoyed the majesty
Many sites are sacred and photos are not permitted however we managed to get some wonderful memories and these lovely photos

The journey is scattered with excellent seats handcrafted and very comfortable. These seats were welcomed especially by Chad

I absolutely love the smily faces carved out of the rock by rock falls. They are extrodinary some extrememely large. Also to the left are the amazing wave features. When standing inside you could be riding a wave in a brown ocean of rock. The base has serene sancturies surrounding by native bush that is cool and inviting.

Another of those welcomed rest spots

Art Acrylic

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These are the two eagles I painted for my mum on her coffin One for her head and the other for her feet

Grawin Opal Fields where I lived from 1984 to 1986

Art Murals 2

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The main wall is behind the poker machines. I then have a small collection of close ups on display below

mural at Wallarah Bay Club Gorokan

This mural is still on display at the

Catherine Hill Bay Pub

Mural at Wyee Nursery still on Display

incomplete mural photo in Somebodies back yard

Art Murals

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murals at Wyong Public School

Wyong Leagues Club

Both the curved wall and one of their ceilings

Wyong Leagues Club 2nd Mural

This mural is of 2 African Zulu Warrior tribes, it is around 30m long and was a great work of art.

this mural is of an Irish golf course

Art on Canvas Oils

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Art dot work

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Art Murals 3

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this mural I completed for the Cessnock Ex-Servicemans Club.

these five panels is from a child's cubby house

This mural is one of my remaining murals
on display at a thai Restaurant in Toukley
It is around 30m long

Poetry on War

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DIVORCE

Broken homes with follow up songs
Love struck hearts pierced with
the jaded edge of poison arrows.
Lonely people walk like shadows
Arms closed shielding guarded emotions

Faded dreams and tattered feelings
Traveling their memory roads and pain bodies.
Little hearts of gold reflecting sunlight,
The faces of children covered in tears,
Cold and alone listening and fearing

Parents refusing to diffuse the bomb
Their marriage is in emotional overload
Exploding around the children
Caught between parental crossfire.
Insecurities are like icebergs filled with excuses
as the struggle for identity hold some to insanity.

NO

See them laughing crying falling

Hear the sounds of people as they hit the floor

No more I don’t want to hear anymore

See the power of victory
Smell the chemicals the taste of decay
Part of this world is rotting away

Stand and mourn by graves
Tears drop for the fallen brave
Memories of loved ones spin in brains

Telling people that you care
Blasting cities from ground to air
The message is not so clear

Forgiveness has an alternative side
People fear change yet cannot escape
The trap of war and its ugly face

Poetry about Illusions

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LET GO

Let go of the memories that bind you
The maze of confusion can be put to rest
The grief the loss and heartbreak
Is healed by time and faith

Let go of anger and hatred
A confining imprisonment of emotion
Filled with restrictive obsessions
Payback is not the answer to tensions

Let go of destructive thoughts
Selfish desires and expectations
Vanity is like a blinding mirror
Love not lust is the answer

Let go of dishonesty
A masquerade of makeup and wardrobe
Inhibitions and delusions are regressive
Freedom of the mind is a liberating reality

Let go of weakness and doubt
As years of opportunities pass by
Dilemmas have solutions that need to be solved
Let go of the memories that bind you

DEAF

I can't hear you I can't see you find me
Pull me out I don't know where I am
It's a maze it’s a creepy crawly place
I'm in a well and I'm in real deep

I call out God please save me
Please wake me from this illusion
Wake me from this dark and lonely sleep
My world is spinning my mind is reeling

I hold my broken heart with trembling hands
See me through this dark place
In my deafness I heard not a sound

No love or truth to be found

Finally I heard God's voice in my heart

A whisper at first that lit the spark

Loving words from family and friends
This was God's voice the pain did end

Words spoken from their hearts
I now perceive my road my path
From darkness to light
I gained insight into life

Poetry for my children

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CHILD

Movement begins, stirrings within
Unknown feelings with countless reactions
Spontaneous contractions
A glowing warmth of life revealed
Behold a child to hold

SPECIAL

A wild ocean breeze sandblasts my body
I sit watching waves rolling onto the beach
Thinking about my children living away
They are getting older it was time
They travelled their own way

I look within my heart and mind
I find a smile that was gone for a while
Deep inside I hold close and near
My children family and friends I hold dear
They live in my heart forever

I hold my memories together
The Word of love sets my heart free
My colourful canvas standing close to me
I feel the Word and Gods Holy Son
Teaching me to love everyone

LOVING

I love you my children
Like the flower loves the rain
As the sunshine beats its rays
Against the soft skin of the day
I love you today in every way
So precious are you in my life
Always in my heart and mind
I will love you for all time

SON

I will always be there for in spirit and mind

To help keep you from falling and staying in line

My children I love so deeply

Temptation will pass and touch your mind

People are dealing and wheeling in lives

With arrows and spears to hold onto in fear

From addictions to predictions to keep you near

Don't be concerned in the ocean of confusion

Let the river flow and the feelings go

Be in the world but not of the world of turmoil

Stand in your space of serenity and self

Little child of mine you are so precious

Poetry on Love

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LOVE

Within the echoes of time, love rides the wave of reality.

CALMNESS

Love is deeper than ocean chasms
Flows faster than rapids
Rages like torrents of water
Exploring and revealing new territories

Love dances like the oceans white wash
Reflected in the eyes of the four seasons
Love opens doors to hidden resources
A calmness overall when one learns more

HOPE

You live within my heart
Each day a fresh start
From north to south east to west
Your love pulls me through
You are my God you are my life
Your love is unconditional
Traveling by my side in my heart
I feel complete
As our spirits unite

LIVING

The earth and stars

The Heavens above and below
Mean nothing without love

The flower wouldn’t attract the bee
The world would stop spinning
If you never loved me

There would be no songs of hope
There would be no dreams
Without feelings of love and emotion

There would be no meaning at all
There would be emptiness in our hearts
For God is creative energy

This is Gods greatest gift

This is why we exist

We exist to love

HEALER

You are my king and I am your queen

Our passion rocks the cosmic supreme

The Universe delights in creative unions

As the face of honesty shines light onto questions

Reflected in the eyes of the dancer

Truth and prosperity is the answer

Tender and kind is the light of sincerity

Creative forces bond love with clarity

Poetry about family

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FAMILY

TIME

This is our family these are our friends
People we love and have learnt to understand
Sandy plains under the hot blue sky
Come sing and dance with me

Love opens the door to letting go
Use the key that will set you free
Let the flow of your blood fill your heart
Let the fire inside burn with freedom

Roaring oceans of joy conquer time as
Lightening flashes in a now darkened sky
Raindrops fall on a land once dry
We walk in peace and harmony

RAINBOWS

You are by my side and I am by yours
A rainbow is witness to our families love
holding my breath briefly with the memories
Of those who have left this physical plane
Their spirits stand strong by our sides

The silent beating of my heart
Tunes into the rhythm of the bird flying past
A soothing breeze rustles my hair
This natural force makes me aware
We stand in the spectrum of time

DAD

He is the greatest, truly the best
Beats them all in the gladiator test
He's the one I love
My dad means everything to me
I reckon he's all right and not bad
Helps me out cause he's my dad
Even if he worries and is pain
He hardly shows it and stays the same
He loves his family is always there
Thank you dad for all your care

CREATOR

To the one who loves me
The one who lives in my heart
Eternity is my destiny

To have moments in life of hardship
The ability to survive it
Gifts from the Holy One

To the ones who are in heaven
The ageless world of forever
Angels of Christ Consciousness

To the humans on earth
The price we pay for disarray
Love is the final serve

HELEN

It was so long ago that we told tales out of school

When you laughed and told those bum jokes

So amusing but could not repeat

So close you were to everyone

You are still the family’s favourite one

You were a pal to us all you were like a rose

Plucked from our lives so young and fresh

My darling sister you are the best

I don't live a single day without the thought of you

You're in my mind a lot of the time

I am so very misunderstood

So weird to some just a number one

You knew me well you were my friend

I am who I am you know

My ways so uncertain my heart has been broken

I miss you so much I can't live in regret

No more do I drink or drug away my fears

For now mum is with you

I have silent tears

They water the barren soil and sand

For you and mum I plant heaps of trees

In my heart for all to see

I know you’re both safe I will see you soon

At God's favourite tree near that small lagoon

GRANDCHILDEN

Your grandchildren have come into our family

Who waited so long to see the babies smile

Children so innocent to love and to care

These child so beautiful are filling your lives

With joy and happiness and many wonderful surprises

They grow strong and tall and before long

They are working and living their own brilliant song

With families of their own the cycle continues

As soon they will experience the joy of grandchildren

Poetry about Releasing

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RELEASING

BAGGAGE

Fire-lit places reflecting songs and faces

Celebrate the moment of goodbye.

Release the heart from bondage

Experiences that passed you by.

No time for regrets throw away the memory baggage

Garbage from the past.

Let go of the old embrace the new.

Walk into the fields of time.

Freedom is the journey

WEBS

Life's too short to hold grudges,

as death is too close to escape.

Desires and expectations may turn sunshine into darkness,

minds churning like oceans of frustrated turmoil.

Masks of delusional secrets inhibit contact.

Voyages with fateful beginnings reveal

people carrying coffins of faded dreams

in lovesick graveyards with sensational memories.

Unload the destructive cross of shame and blame,

this is life not somebodies twisted game.

Poetry about Life

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AWARE

I like the world we live in
I like the way we are
It’s nice to be forgiven
After taking things too far
When travelling is easy

Its easy to forget

That some people live with pain

Their lives filled with regret

Preparing me for the day
That might be difficult and long
I sing to the open road
Songs help me to romance
It’s not such a heavy load
The rhythm of the drum
I hum a tune for fun
Life is an interesting affair
My mistakes keep me aware

DESTINY

We are the creators of our destiny
We explore our own territories
We control our own feelings
We walk the road and search the path

Our thoughts and emotions are chosen
Our brilliance is our being
Our essence is our creation
Our nature is to intrigue and amaze

We are the makers and destroyers
We are the ultimate existence
We are who we are
We own our feelings

HUMANS

We depend on each other you and me

Intertwined in a network of survival and reproduction

Originally designed to successful combine

To interlock and become like one

That is what I thought we should have done

Created as male and female to love and to hold

To share and to care, multiply and provide

The Universal combination of DNA

Of cosmic vibration and sound

To evolve peacefully in harmony

A magnificent representation of united togetherness

I thought as opposites we would attract

Some think they are better than that

They create disharmony and jealousy rage and anger

It seems some humans just get annoyed

The greatest gift of all to watch young children grow

Happy and healthy with strong family bonds

There is so much in life to enjoy

Its a shame you know for the seeds have been sown

For the day will come when many will go

Poetry about the environment

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REFRESHING

Fields turn to flower after a midday shower

Life flourishes and is nurtured in the once dry land

The air is fresh and crisp after a hot summers day

Harmonious rock pools capture the rain

Branches fall from towering gums

Holding together earth's magnificent floor

Dancing to the tune of the wind

Dust and sand flow and swirl with a spin

As the sun shines the cycle again begins

DRUMBEAT

Hear the roar of running water
Feel the fine mist spray your body
Look at the wonders of nature
Caught by chance as you watch
See the beauty breathe the gift of life

Slowly move within the forest
Listen to the heartbeat of the wildlife
Face the sun with a lightened heart
Today matters tomorrow's a dream
Yesterday is gone with only memories seen

Cool and shady is a spot to sit and watch
The birds flock as insects roar
Clouds float silently against the blue sky
Tinged with golden rays of sunshine
The air is scented with a crisp freshness

The enlightening peacefulness
Embraces a yearning for tranquility
You relax and listen to the drumbeat
Of your heart as your lungs fill with
The sweetness of a fresh morning

Poetry about addictions

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DISORDERS

Emotional disorders, a cosmic display of displaced feelings

A personal imprisonment of mental deterioration

The blinding infatuation with drugs and alcohol

Is a seductive world of self destruction

A memory of nothing is easy to forget

There is no pain when there is no regret

The solitaire mind of addiction

Plays with fire and is burnt by desire

DON'T

Altering the mind with pills and drinks

Toilets and sinks, alleys of dark and smells of old

Problems become like plagues

Mindlessly scrambling the brain

In the timeless land of the drifters way

Avoid temptation and live in the light

Drugs and alcohol break down many a brain

A gradual decline of body, soul and mind

DRUNKS

They like their little bottle Sadie their little lady

Stumbling and fumbling falling and crawling

With an old an stale breathe they often forget

The key to a family, to love and to hold

As the fears and the tears erupt

In a world of shattered dreams

Alone they dance into the dark

Their Sadie lady keeps them warm at night

As drinking takes up so much time

Memories just blur with slime

As families crawl within their crime

ADDICTS

They don't know what they want

So they want everything

They don't know where to go

So they go anywhere

They don't know when to stop

So they stop at nothing

They don't know how to love

So they love no-one

They are like a lost shadow

Searching for a body to follow

Poetry about life

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HUMANS

We depend on each other you and me

Intertwined in a network of survival and reproduction

Originally designed to successful combine

To interlock and become like one

That is what I thought we should have done

Created as male and female to love and to hold

To share and to care, multiply and provide

The Universal combination of DNA

Of cosmic vibration and sound

To evolve peacefully in harmony

A magnificent representation of united togetherness

I thought as opposites we would attract

Some think they are better than that

They create disharmony and jealousy rage and anger

It seems some humans just get annoyed

The greatest gift of all to watch young children grow

Happy and healthy with strong family bonds

There is so much in life to enjoy

Its a shame you know for the seeds have been sown

For the day will come when many will go

Poetry about Ageing Humanity

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NATURAL

Growing old we look into each others eyes
Seeing the beauty from within
That time cannot disguise
The sounds of love echo through
The chambers of our hearts
As it beats to earths rhythm

The song bird of the night
Disguises its flight in the silent darkness
As we disguise our age with brightness
Each breathe of memories vibrates with laughter
As the child within listens to the wind
And perceives the years gone by

You are like the fragrant petals of a rose

I hold you close to my heart
The mirror reflects the progress of life

But your eyes reveal your youthful pose
I hope to glance for all eternity
Into the depths of your universal soul

YESTERDAY

Our time was deep soon we sleep

With shadows for our memories

Of exciting adventures enchanting moments

As life unfolded around us

I rode each day in a positive way

Loved to survive and feel alive

The setting sun sprays the sky

With brilliant colours that shine

Pleasing to the human eye

Celebrating life with family and friends

There comes a time when it all ends

DAYS

It’s just you and me now all the others are gone

Rolling hills with open plains

Voices echo in the corridors of life

Shadow faces stare behind fluorescent lights

Hazy gazes overwhelmed by life

That was you standing in the hall

I heard you whisper to me don’t be afraid

I was sweating and dehydrated

The heat suffocated me that day

I fainted as my mind drifted away

Falling to the floor I hurt my back

I’m glad you were there

My one who cares

In the shimmering haze of that hot day

A slight breeze woke me from my grave

Time drifts on you are always by my side

DARLING

We took a ride my darling a ride for the world to see

We had a laugh my honey we travelled far and wide

We never had much money but enough to get us by

Now we’re old my sweetheart and time still moves on

We laughed so much sometimes we’d cry

I will never forget all those years that rolled by

For we were one from the beginning

With plenty to say now the years have taken my voice away

Time took your last breathe on this earth today

I loved you then I love you now to the grave you go

My precious partner I cherish our memory in my heart

I will join you soon for as I grow older my days are slower

It’s hard for me to get around without your arm to hold

Although my memories keep me sane

I can’t go on much further for you were my sun and rain

I feel like a barren land without you

Pets

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Peter and Ricky

Mr Felix

Our gorgeous little neighbour with Tuti

Shadow such a smart dog

To the left is my niece Isabella daughter of Bram. She loves animals and is holding Tuti. Below is our wonderful Cruiser who had a ligament operation (paid for by Nathan...thankyou son and also thank you for paying for my dentist bill that year)

Cruiser after having his ligament operation

My sisiter Annelies with Tuti

Something about Nathan

2009-01-19T21:17:00.014+11:00

Nathan in Sumatra 2006?

There he is in the army a flooded road in the distance...I didn't know you smoked son
Below is the dreaded motor bike, so glad its gone and you drive a cool car

Pilot Nat and below is Anzac Day in Sydney

The Army Man

Nathan in the car, a wonderful photo of reflection and there we are mum and son

Nathan and Chad up at Foster and below in our driveway.

Ah Nat you have grown up into a wonderful man

Here are some of Nats friends at his birthday party...

Here he is Birthday boy: Born 17 March 1985. Spent his first year on the Grawin Opal Fields roughing it in the local pub that his mum and dad owned.

Nathan's birthday...lookin good Peter

Yes that is me...

To the left is Bram

Chad in distance and some of Nats friends and there is the back of Nathan in his home made T-shirt..classy guy

You tell em' bro'

Something about Chad

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the Lads

Nathan and Chad at our cousins wedding

Chad having a hair moment with Dakka and Reece

Chad having a hair moment with Nathan V.

Chad and Dom dressed and ready to party for year 12 formal 2007

Chad enjoying body boarding off Opa's boat at Forster during an easter celebration

Chad decided to help me put up the curtain rods. A momentous moment in our family life... he was slightly shocked at my excitement

What are those lines? Are these energy lines depicting an aura around my sons crown chakra….?

Is that an aura or an energy line out of my sons nostril? who knows? just kidding.

Family celebrations

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Peter is ready to dance. Below is my bestest girl friend Christine

My wonderful niece and nephew children of Bram

Oma's birthday party yet all the photos of Oma did not turn out so here are the rest of the clan
Oma's birthday party 2006
to the left is Chad, Brian and Jessica
Below Peter and Chad

to the left is dad and below is my sister Annelies and brother in law Craig..a very nice photo of the two of them

My son Nathan and his Opa found that joke amusing.

Below is cousin Ewout to the left with Bram , Brian and Chad

Jessica and Peter

Here is dad cooking up a feast at Forster on a easter celebration weekend.

Below is Peter, Jessica and mum with Annelies in the background

this photo is taken at my birthday celebration 2006 at a Thai restaurant in Toukley that has one of my murals featured in the background. There is Peter, Chad, mum, dad, Christine and me

Felix the cat

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Felix in 2005 and below is a field mouse that we have plenty of due to the bird avairies and eventually end up as dinner for Felix

Felix, a majestic cat

Felix and Chad 2008

Chad attempting to deworm Felix 2006

Aboriginal elder Percy

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To the left- Percy and I at guru blessing day

This was one of our hair days. These photos were taken in 2007. Percy Duncan aka Wiffo passed away 2008. He was a beautiful friend and elder to me since 1993.

hair complete and crimson...and off he drove into the sunset

cute look

People on TV

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Nathan with Mr Howard in Sumatra

Nathan with Ray Martin in Sumatra

This is me with the man fram Fat Pizza movie

This is a guy who plays football my son said he was famous

sister and brothers

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Here is Annelies my niece Jessica and below is Annelies's husband Craig with Peter

Here is my sister Annelies nursing Tuti my beautiful floppy eared rabbit
Below is Peter and me on a camping trip to Queensland, visit brother Bram and the Woodford festival

Peter on the board behind dads boat up at Foster Brother Bram with his gorgeous daughter Isabella after I did some face painting on her

Gurus and Spiritual Teachers

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Guru Sri Jaya Nara in the middle and Guru Sri Jaya Shakti to the right standing next to Guru Shakti Durga (aka: Kim Fraser) who founded the Shanti Mission aka: Harmony Centre Coorongbong NSW

Below is my elder Percy Duncan at a blessing festival held at Ashram Sandaram dedicated to Sri Jaya Nara. This is where Percy met Swami Rosie and continued with Rosie his journey performing healing on Aboriginal sacred sites. That was how he concluded his final 8 weeks on earth before passing over .

Peter and I after a blessing from Sri Jaya Nara and Sri Jaya Shakti who were visiting from Bali.

Here we are being blessed by God through Guru Sri Jaya Nara and Guru Sri Jaya Shakti. God works in mysterious ways and God works through people such as these two as we endeavour to anchor peace on earth.

What are those energy lines?

baby photos

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Well here we are, Nathan and Chad (dressed in wonderful outfits chosen by their Oma) and look who is there, my little brother Peter...in the middle.

Nanna Ruthie and Uncle Ron

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Ron and I at the easter show 2007

Nathan to the left and Chad below with their Uncle Ron

Our family in 2004
Here is Jakob Bram's son hasseling out his Uncle Nathan for a piggy back which he managed to get as seen below

Ron and I on Anzac day

Below is a fantastic family photo taken only months before my mum Ruth passed over in 2004. We can see from left, Isabella, Chad, Jakob, Bram, Mum, Nathan and Ron

Here is a happy photo of mum Ron and myself.

Mum married her long time partner and friend Ron who I loved and considered my 2nd dad. Mum passed over in 2005 and Ron passed over in 2008.

Opa and Oma

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Our family Matriarch Oma and Patriarch Opa

Dad in hospital after his knee operation
and below is Mum with Jessica

Here is dad in the dreaded white singlet, thank goodness mum got him some black ones.

Oma and Nathan

Chad and Mum to the left.

Dad and Chad on a fishing day

What a wonderful family I have been blessed with. Here are some great photos of my parents with their grandsons. Dad also known as Gil (Opa) married Elizabeth or Lies (Oma) many years ago and I am honored to know and love Lies as a wonderful person and 2nd mum.

Holidays

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Nathan in Sumatra

holiday at Foster