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Especially for you.

Especially for you.

Love potion number 1965.

Click link to 1965.

Love potion use as instructions specified.

Love potion use as instructions specified.

When I asked, “Do you believe in god.”

she said “No there is only a devil. If there was a god bad things would not happen.”

“You don’t believe the stories in the bible?”

“Not all the stories.”

“Why not?”

“Because it was written by men for men they made God a man. There is no missus God.”
“So what do you believe?”

“I believe greed is a sin, if there was not greed everyone would have enough and be happy.”

“Is greed the cause of all the problems in the world?”

“Ignorance, fear and greed are the causes of all evil, all good things are the result of kindness.”

“You sound like a Buddhist.”

“Religion causes arguments. Let’s change the subject, or we will finish up fighting, let’s make love not war.”

Comferdentually.

Not from the mouths of these babes,

By love she meant adult play, it was uninhibited physical passionate engagement.
The word love used loosely, as I often do, is ambiguous the word love needs adjectives to define it. Unconditional love – agape in Greek as apposed to Eros or the word meta the Pali word – like parental love.

Wise words.

Wise words.

 My inhibitions prevented me from acting in a totally relaxed and natural way. I loved her and always will remember her free uninhibited love.
Religion gets people mixed up and perverted about their body. Causing natural behaviour to be distorted and can be the cause of mental disorders. Priests, monks and nuns, forced to live an unnatural life, come under a lot of pressure. Recently the Catholic Church has been embarrassed by priests charged with paedophilia.

A red rose has thorns.

A red rose has thorns.

I do not believe these people are evil it is what they are afflicted with that is the problem. Removing these impurities and defilements would restore the person. As waste water is filtered and becomes useful so can corrupt humans, in most cases be reformed.

Passion flower.

Passion flower.

Circumstances play a big part in our life. Life can be turbulent or calm; when we are having a bad hair day we are not at our best. Aussies are good sports men, no underhand play (bowling), when they are winning.
The point is get all the facts don’t be quick to condemn. There is a lot of good in the worst of us and a lot of bad in the best of us, so it is not right for the best of us to judge the rest of us. Who is going to cast the first stone?

More wisdom.

More wisdom.

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Memory enhanced.

Memory enhanced.

Click on the link below for the music accompaniment.

SONGS HAVE MEMORIES.

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As I remember we fitted together like a key in a lock. Until the way-would gypsy in me broke the lock that held us together. I was not ready to nest, I wanted to spread my wings and fly. Like the wild goose Frankie Lain sang about, in the 50s. But it was Judith Durham’s The Carnival is over that was haunting me in the 60s those harbour lights had mesmerised me.

We like to think we are wild geese.

We like to think we are wild geese.

 Life is a puzzle, full of ironies, and words are an imperfect medium to explain it. To allowed the monkey in our mind to wilfully swing from thought to thought is not mindful.  When one consciously lets the mind recall the past, or purposely plan for the future, it is alright. It is when we let our mind run on auto pilot and allow our subconscious to take the wheel we are in danger of losing control.

Who wants a better stove?

Who wants a better stove?

Hurrying to the future is prevalent in the technological world of today. Oblivious of our tasty breakfast we gulp our food to rush to a mundane job. Toiling for more than we need, desiring status symbols or devices we are told will save us time. Time cannot be saved; it is a passing thing that cannot be clung to. Aware, but not consciously aware and mindful, mindful is to be consciously aware, not running on auto pilot.

Full of youthful bounce.

Full of youthful bounce.

Knowing I am dwelling in the past is not fretting or regretting, it is recalling those passionate hot to trot youthful days, when love was synonymous with romance, infatuation and conquest. It is good not to forget those days and criticise the youth of today. Our vocabulary has improved now we know the meaning of reciprocity. Aware that true love is giving more than taking. True love is one thing that the more you give the more you receive.

Will they fall.... in-love ?

Will they fall…. in-love ?

Ignorant of the wisdom of the sages passed down through the ages. Back in my youth I had two gypsies in me, called curiosity and adventure, goading me on. The warm bed the tender caresses forfeited for faraway fields. There is no remorse, only a bitter sweet feeling of what might have been. I am sure I did the right thing; I needed to grow in understanding.

You see a lot when you travel.

You see a lot when you travel.

Traveling alone in foreign lands is the best teacher one can ever have.

May be this is your Christmas wish.

May be this is your Christmas wish.

In my memory she will remain a golden haired girl full of life. In reality I can imagine a grey and wrinkled woman. Our memory can span the ocean of time but an ocean of water has flown under the bridge since the 60s. Perhaps after a long tiresome journey she has gone home to rest. To be a billion dust-mites floating on the morning breeze to sparkle in the morning sun as new life.

A lovely person from the 60s.

A lovely person from the 60s.

Who knows?

I will end my love story here I have revealed enough. I have given you more than you realise, if not what you expected. Sorry if the ending was not a wonderful exciting climax. But this is not a TV romance made to make millions. It is just a story similar to many stories that leave us wondering.

This is the fruity ending, not as you pictured.

This is the fruity ending, not as you pictured.

 

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Furry nice blanket.

Furry nice blanket.

What do you want?

She was drawing a heart on her hand.

She was drawing a heart on her hand.

I would like to weave, warm, woolly, words, into a blanket to protect and comfort you on a cold dismal day. To do more than please you, like the fleeting pleasure of youthful love. Like those wonderful shooting stars of pleasure that burnt out in our atmosphere.

They look stable and contented.

They look stable and contented.

Happiness is more stable than pleasure. Happiness is where the bubbling mountain streams combined their strengths, flowing together forming the source of a mighty river. Sharing and appreciating all that passes. Happiness is living with love.

 Happy and couldn't care less what you think.

Happy and couldn’t care less what you think.

To know pleasures pass and although happiness can stay with us to the end, the end is inevitable.   This is not a morbid way to think, it is a fact and when realised, brings joy. Understanding our life is passing, we stop cling to the fleeting pleasures and share happiness and good fortune.

Sharing there joy with "Mustang Sally.

Sharing their joy with “Mustang Sally.

Loving and sharing is the key to the treasures of happiness and the joy locked in life’s treasure chest. Life’s treasures cannot be hoarded in a bank to appreciate. They must be shared to appreciate and be appreciated by everyone, to bring peace and contentment to the world.

I good way to spend the day and you don't need a lot of money.

I good way to spend the day and you don’t need a lot of money.

Wisdom is knowing as the poet said “Pleasures are like snowflakes on the river one moment white then lost forever”. Letting go and sharing brings happiness.

The closest to snow in Queensland.

The closest to snow in Queensland.

Desiring more is disastrous; wanting is the problem child that is conceived of lust. The offspring of wisdom is contentment.

This is not the Suwannee River.

This is not the Swannee River.

Wanting for nothing, ironically, is to have all we need. The struggle for more never brings lasting happiness. Luxuries and status symbols are not necessary. Understanding this promotes love, happiness and contentment. Appreciating what you have, is to be wrapped in a blanket of contentment, protected from the cold, outside world, warm in your inner world with peace of mind. You cannot control the outer world; you can control peace in your own mind.

Keep it wall in balance.

Keep it all in balance.

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On the bridge man emerges out we says good morning as we pass.

On the bridge a man emerges, we says good morning as we pass.

The Blues

Fitness out of the fog.

Fitness out of the fog.

I woke up with the blues the Robert Johnson blues. No sun-beams flooding through my window, it was cool and foggy out there. I knew exactly what to do, to sing is the thing. I popped out of bed like a Champaign cork with the bubbles of enthusiasm pushed me to Pauline’s door. “Come on Sweet Heart, out of the cot we got things to do, me and you!” She needed no prompting, she knew what great opportunities a foggy morning brought.

Professionals knows fogs are photo opportunities.

Professionals knows fogs are photo opportunities.

I could not keep her from the Burl Ives ‘Foggy foggy dew’.  On with our cloths and up up and away like Wonder Woman and Clark Kent, I am being mild-mannered and modest. Don’t get carried away, we took off in the car; I want this to be believable. We parked at the lake and took flight on foot. Two fast guns shooting all in sight, here are some of my trophies. To give you an idea of what Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra is like at seven, on a foggy morn. Pauline will show more in her blog and put more information.

Today is first day of Canberra’s Floriade day.

We return the sun now shines,

We return the sun now shines,

Christen and Spencer are visiting us to see this spectacular flower display.  After breakfast it was back to the lake but by now parking was limited but Pauline had it all planed to we parked at the gallery and walked back across the bridge. I just go with the flow, wu wei, Pauline is the planer. I go with the flow and trust my luck, I got heaps of that.

At the gate our meeting place.

At the gate our meeting place.

Meet back here at the gate at 12.30 if we get separated Pauline suggested. I was back at the trysting place early and people watched for ten minutes and they were ten minutes early.

I suggested back in a taxi as we had already done a fair hike. Pauline had also taken the dog for its walk while I did the washing up and set the fire, ready for a match tonight. No taxis allowed into Floriade area well it was not in Pauline’s plan anyway. What happened to my luck well we needed the exercise. Here are some photos to give you glimpse of Floriade.

Entrance to the museum.

Entrance to the museum.

We went to the National Museum of Australia, as they have a choice menu and it is a fantastic monument  of architectural splendour. We savoured delectable dishes while gazing out the windows on to the lake, the fountain was now pumping and sail boats and ferry were out there enhancing the scenery.

Feasting the eyes while savouring lunch, this is true nourishment.

Feasting the eyes while savouring lunch, this is true nourishment.

Then explored this fair dinkum  Aussie museum .

With a couple of rest stops at the Revolving theatre with Aussie history and a lay-back relax in the there showing Aussie life style. My camera was clicking like a cricket hyped up on coke.  Get an eye full of this sample.

Next stop the Nishi building.

Next stop the Nishi building.

We drive to New Acton area for Cappuccino.

 We enjoyed the day, especially as we were with our friends. Back home they watched TV and chatted while I caught up with my blog friends, but get carried away with a You Tube video in Zeebra’s post. That got me tuned in on the Cajun swamp music and the Blues. All the old guys that I have enjoyed throughout the years, from our wild days, to now when the music still lifts us up and gets us revving.

 I was there with those blokes jamming, winding up with J. J. Cale till after midnight.  It was a real blues day, a blue skies day. With good friends who have travelled the world as show people, both musicians. Spencer actually jammed with Jagger when he was only a pebble not a big rolling stone.

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Pretty and small.

Pretty and small.

 

Something good.

Grand

Grand

He’s got the whole world I his hands, Come on let us sing. You know who we are singing about. That’s right god, your God. The God you have in your heart. Without that goodness there is no meaning to life. The whole cosmos is kept in equilibrium by the one and only, the inexplicable one, of many, God, Allah, Jesus, Brahman, The Tao, and The Force spoken of in Star Wars. Words, nouns and adjectives cannot define this all encompassing something.

Is anybody home.

Is anybody home.

When this something good that exists in you and me brothers and sisters and the whole world. When we recognize, acknowledge and appreciate this, we have a goal to aim for, a standard to meet, a blue print to build on, a rudder to steer us, a map to guide us and a star to aim for. We then know to go with the flow of this superior force and aim at excellence.  When the force is with you and you are working with this force for the wellbeing of all creation, you feel like singing Joy to the world and you feel good and the world is wonderful.

Joyful music.

Joyful music.

The ego is subdued by the force of right, no longer is I am so important it is you and others, we are one but we are many. No longer looking for points of disagreement we look for and see the many things we agree on. All the important things in life we agree on and we can respect other people’s ideas on what we find difficult to understand. My ego tells me I am right and I should not stand by calmly and let others make ridiculous statements. But my understanding tells me that I am not infallible. So long as others believe in promoting peace and harmony why make a big issue of technicalities.

Beauty is every where.

Beauty is every where.

It is essential to contribute to the welfare of everything that exists in our world, every person, every creature and our whole environment. As we are all interdependent nothing exists unaided without a chain of events; to damage one link weakens the whole chain. He has the whole world in his hands but some of us are singing out of tune. Come on listen to life’s melody get in tune and sing along. Be in the flow, share in the beauty, sing with all your heart.

The old violin.

The old violin.

This is a request from all the needy, altogether in tune, one two three, give it all you’ve got. Joy to the world, what a wonderful world and all my loving I will give to you. All the discord is blown in the wind. We have to believe we are magic nothing can stand in our way. Everybody loves somebody, somebody to love. Like the Blues Brothers, we are on a mission from God. You have to do the right thing or the almighty all powerful force will retaliate. It is up to you, to get in tune and sing along to find happiness, joy and contentment.

They are also making music.

They are also making music.

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Rainbow Lorikeets in love.

Rainbow Lorikeets in love.

Finding peace.

Kookaburras pay a visit.

kookaburra pay a visit.

The white dove, symbol of peace, will not land on a grasping hand. Everyone is chasing after the blue bird of happiness. Hunting the elusive blue bird of happiness, we realize if you succeed in capturing it you cannot imprisoned it. The happiness soon diminishes and dies and you are off on safari again. Happiness needs to be let free for everyone’s pleasure. There is not much rest for a person obsessed with desire always wanting pleasure and happiness. Pleasures are fleeting the only joy is in being free and sharing.

 Corellas  stand in for white doves

Corellas stand in for white doves

To have the pure white dove alight on your open hand is a truly worthwhile goal in life. The line between these metaphors and actual reality merges. An open hand like an open heart brings peace and contentment. Relaxed, calm and tranquil not wanting to possess offering a welcoming open helpful hand. I have found birds and most creatures sense danger and recognize kindness. With time and patience we can create peace around us. To quote Confucius “One step is the beginning of a thousand mile journey”. Opening our hand and our hearts brings us one step closer to a world of peace.

Blue Wren for happiness.

Blue Wren for happiness.

The blue bird sings for our happiness and we should recognize the power of a song. I am occasionally over taken by a negative frame of mind. To be mindful of our thoughts is the first step in the process of correcting unhelpful thoughts. The way to peace and contentment is to control unsavory thoughts that arise in our mind. For a quick short-term fix I use music. To cure the blues, I may get Fleetwood Mac to give Doctor Brown a call, he is that loving man if Doctor Brown doesn’t cure you, nobody can do you no good. With Credence Clearwater Revival and Jeremiah the bullfrog it is joy to the world all the boys and girls, joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me.

A bird on the head is worth two in the bush.

A bird on the head is worth two in the bush.

I call some songs mood music depending on the mood I want to encourage. I may want recovery music if I am fatigued or get-up-and–go music if I am lethargic. I have music that inspires me. According to Doctor Brown with music you don’t need any prescriptions you don’t have to pay no bills. You can choose the music that presses your buttons, we all have different tastes. Music can temporarily alleviate minor upsets. For prolonged peace and contentment it takes meditation practice. This is the aim of meditation to calm and gain control of the mind. Thoughts can invade our minds arising from conscious sensory input and also subliminal causes. Thoughts precede actions repeated actions, become habits that form our character. Understanding basic things that govern our life are often overlooked in the frantic hunt for, the passing blue bird, the fleeting pleasure of possessing.

Love at first sight.

Love at first sight.

A long time ago a million years it seems. The best things in life were free. But no one appreciated a sky that was always blue. And no one congratulated a moon that was always new. So it was planned that they would vanish now and then. And we must pay before we get them back again. That’s what storms were made for and you should not be afraid for, that is the beginning of an old song that helps me appreciate what a wonderful world it is. Although it is not always as we would like it to be. But every time it rains it rains pennies from heaven. Since the days of pennies, it seems a million years now with the flood of inflation; it is now a deluge of dollars.

Birds of a different feather get together.

Birds of a different feather get together.

The sky is not always blue, not only because of rain clouds but because of carbon emissions into the atmosphere. The best things in life are becoming polluted. Air the number one free necessity in life, cleansing fresh free water and wholesome vegetables to sustain life are no longer free. Is it in natures plan or God’s plan that we must pay before we get them back again? Is that what the extreme weather is made for, should we be afraid for, this being the end to our carefree sing along?

I lend my friends a hand.

I lend my friends a hand.

There is a true blue bird of happiness. Life is sweet tender and complete when you find this blue bird of happiness. You will find perfect peace of mind when you find the blue bird of happiness. When he sings to you though you are deep in blue you will see a ray of light come shining through. Yes somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly, so why can’t you and I.

My wild Aussie friends.

My wild Aussie friends.

 

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Do you believe in dreams?

Almost bed time.

Almost bed time.

I had this dream.

One of Gabriel's friends.

One of Gabriel’s friends.

It is the middle of night, am I dreaming? Perched on the foot of my bed is a winged intruder. I have this strange feeling of déjà vu. My vision is clearing the intruder is an angel, that would explain how it got in here with the door locked and the apartment on the thirteenth floor. I understand that angels are capable of flight; also if I am dreaming anything is possible. Cogito ego sum or je pense donc je suis, I am dreaming I am not multilingual, I think therefore I am, I must be wide awake because I recognize this bloke invading my space.

“ G’day Gabriel what are you doing in Aussie? I inquire.

“I am like the Blues Brothers Jack, I am on a mission from God.”

“More like you are Down-under up to mischief as usual.” fearlessly I tell him.

“I am here to save God’s children; you still carry the sins of your convict fathers.”

I ignore this remark and hit him with one below the belt.

“Are you going to pollinate any virgin flowers this time?” I ask defiantly.

“You got it all wrong that was the Holy Ghost Jack, have you no faith?”

“I suppose the world is ready for another prophet, Mahomet’s poetic words are being undermined by terrorists.” I reply cynically.

“Exactly the world is in a devastating situation.” He says giving me a pleading look.

Here we go again, I Imagine I got that old feeling, this music is going round in my head, like a haunting refrain.  All I can think to say to Gabriel is in Olivia Newton John’s song, “Please mister please I don’t want to ever hear that song again.”

“What song?  Amazing Grace you like all the feeling in that one.”  He said in his coaxing angelic voice.

Not a nice way to spend Easter.

Not a nice way to spend Easter.

“I know what your mission is, to find another prophet like Mahomet or Jesus. No way, Jesus was literally, double crossed, and there’s been nothing but problems since that apple episode in the garden.” Having said that I stop and think, they still have dire straits in Iraq, it is said that was the site of the garden of Eden. I must be coming down with industrial disease or something. I plug-in some music, roll over and to the sound of music and go back to sleep.

Is he dreaming he is a butterfly.

Is he dreaming he is a butterfly.

Next morning I think maybe I have turned down my big chance but I believe it was all a dream. In the light of day I know I am not a butterfly dreaming I am a man. In China a man dreamt he was a butterfly, next day he thought am I a butterfly dreaming I am man. I have read of other similar cases, a man dreamt he was in a garden, picks a flower and when he woke up he has the flower in his hand. There are people who believe in dreams and people who do not. Do you believe the dream I had or do you think am I crazy or just fabricating this story to get you thinking?

Is he dreaming he is a man?

Is he dreaming he is a man?

 

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