Garbage

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On Thursdays, I usually put the garbage bins out at around 8 am because they’re never collected until Thursday afternoon.  Last night, Wednesday, I had the thought to put the bins out then… so I did.

This morning, at 7 am, I was still in bed when I heard the Garbage truck collecting our bin.  Good thing I listened to that thought last night!

Synchronicity.

Running Blind

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Here’s another piece of verse I wrote called Running Blind which relates to my escape from the job I hated

 

I was running when I thought I was walking

Thought I was walking but it seems I was falling

I was dying when I thought I was living

Thought I was living but it seems I was lying

 

 

Trying to be heard through the chaos

Of voices never listening

Hearing vacant words of confusion

From the hearts never learning

Swept forward by time to somewhere

Not sure how to get there

The drone of routine and safety

That still leads to nowhere

 

 

I was breathing when I thought I was laughing

Thought I was laughing but it seems I was screaming

I was crying when I thought I was singing

Thought I was singing when it seems I was breaking

 

 

When I fell I came down so hard

Could see no way ahead

I just knew I could not go back

To the way that it had been

It’s so clear the cracks were showing

My pain had been denied

So now I know I could not see

The writing on the wall

 

 

I was stumbling when I thought I was dancing

Thought I was dancing but it seems I’m the fool

I was caged there when I thought I was moving

Thought I was moving now I see I had died

 

 

I was running when I thought I was walking

Thought I was walking but it seems that I fell

I was lying when I thought I was living

Thought I was living but I’m still running blind.

 

 

©MICHAEL YOUNG 2017

Calming Rain

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CALMING RAIN is a vision I had as I woke one morning…

 

I awoke this morning to the calming sound of summer rain and its comforting smell wafting through my windows.  I lay on my bed, still not fully conscious, not yet prepared to open my eyes.  I drifted back in time; 40 years and hundreds of kilometres away to school holidays with my grandparents in the sleepy country village of Krambach.

Sometimes we would have days of continual rain.  Not a bad thing at all because it just produced a deeply relaxed atmosphere and a peaceful harbour away from the storms of school and home.

I can feel myself sitting on the back veranda in one of the round chairs of woven yellow and white plastic with spindly black metal legs.  To my left is the curtained off room that was created for grandpa with his single bed, cluttered dresser and small windows that were installed when they enclosed the entire area many years before.  In the area to my right is the big freezer where some of the spoils of the once-a-month shopping trip to Taree were stored, next to the door that leads through to the kitchen, originally the back door of the house.  Grandma’s antique, pedal powered Singer sewing machine is also over there and still in working order.

In front of me the new back door, home-made from sturdy planks of wood, sits wide open giving me a view of beautiful Krambach Mountain in the distance, slightly obscured by the rain.  I hear the harsh sound of a crow in the massive gum tree at the northwest corner of the block and magpies warble in the younger trees next door to the south.

I’m sitting here reading a book, not much else to do on rainy days but read, eat and sleep.  Only two stations on the old black and white TV in the lounge room and neither are on air 24 hours yet.  Coronation Street, Days Of Our Lives, Peyton Place, The Young And The Restless, the daily local News are the highlights; topped off by The Black and White Minstrel Show on weekends.

Of course, these days of endless rain have their disadvantages too.  Going to the toilet is a major challenge as it is a white wooden “out-house” way down the backyard.  Inside it, on the concrete floor, is a big black metal can covered by a plastic seat and the “can man” comes weekly to swap it for an empty one.  So, the epic adventure begins with dressing for the journey in rubber boots, a yellow vinyl raincoat and a matching rain hat or even an umbrella.  Then I take the first step out through the back door onto the small balcony.  On a clear day this balcony provides a commanding view of the backyard and the land beyond.

Below it are the vegetable gardens that provide every vegetable and herb that my Grandmother needs to keep the family fed: iceberg lettuce, apple cucumbers, radishes, carrots, corn, beetroot, potatoes, onions, cauliflower, cabbage, brussels sprouts, pumpkin, and squash.  Along one fence grow beans and peas that we eat straight off the vines and the tomato bushes that have the most unforgettable smell when they are watered.

The garden is dotted with orange, lemon, apple, plum, apricot, pear and peach trees.  Grandma’s peach jam and peach pies are unbeatable and unforgettable.  Grape vines, passionfruit vines and strawberries also grow there providing the fresh ingredients for her grape jam, strawberry jam and magnificent tomato and passionfruit jam.  Beside the grape vines grows the mulberry tree, a favourite target for passing birds when it’s in fruit and the source of another variety of exquisite homemade jam and pies.

At the back of the garden, just behind the out-house, is the chook pen constructed of corrugated iron, wood and wire.  Some of the perches are old wrought iron bed heads and the straw lined laying boxes provide a seemingly endless supply of fresh golden-yolk eggs for breakfasts and the wide variety of addictive desserts and cakes grandma makes.

Beyond the chook pen is the magnificent 180 degree view of the fields and Krambach Mountain.

It’s a Doctor Who book I’m reading.  One of the “Target” novelisations of the many lost episodes from the 1960”s… Doctor Who And The Crusaders or Doctor Who And The Zarbi.  These simply written but engaging books were the key for me overcoming my fear of reading due to my dyslexia and making me the avid and addicted reader I am today, just as those soap shows made me the TV addict I am today.

I would spend hours on these rainy days escaping into the images and characters the words created, seeing it all as if I was actually there.  Providing me the same feeling of “all is right with the world” that I’m feeling until the raucous sound of a distant car alarm and the ringing of my mobile phone drag me unceremoniously back to reality, back to a rainy morning in Werribee, 2017.

This afternoon I sat out the back on the deck, under our pergola listening to the constant soft fall of the calming rain and read a few pages of each of those books, both published back in 1973.

Doctor Who And The Crusaders had a beautiful beginning:

“As swiftly and as silently as a shadow, Doctor Who’s Space and Time ship, the Tardis, appeared on a succession of planets each as different as the pebbles on a beach, stayed a while and then vanished, as mysteriously as it had come.  And whatever alien world it was that received him and his fellow travellers, and however well or badly they were treated, the Doctor always set things to rights, put down injustice, encouraged dignity, fair treatment and respect.”

How beautifully put by David Whitaker.

It was also interesting how, in Doctor Who And The Zarbi, writer Bill Strutton refers to him as Doctor Who instead of The Doctor.  Then at the back of the book it lists places that have not existed for decades as the addresses to send away to purchase copies for:

£1.50 plus Postage and Packing Rate: UK: 45p for the first book, 20p for  the second and 14p for each additional book ordered to a maximum charge of £1.63.  BFPO and EIRE: 45pfor the first book, 20p for the second book, 14p per copy for the next 7 books thereafter 8p per book.  OVERSEAS:  75p for the first book and21p per copy for each additional book.”

Well that was overly complicated!  Thankfully we have Amazon online these days!

Last thing I did tonight was watch the latest episode of The Young And The Restless direct from the US then fall back to sleep listening to the rain.

The endless circle of time keeps turning.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

  

 © MICHAEL YOUNG 2016.

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WALK, THEN RUN

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Footsteps

All is in control but control is really freedom and peace comes from believing that the Universe is the one who orders every footprint in the sand.  The footprints in the sand before you are there from your future but the future, the past, the present are all one.  We are ‘in time’ but time is a created illusion and that illusion is shared by us all.  We need to step out of the illusion and walk in the realisation that we are all one, we are all starlight, we are all free to be and to live and to exist in our pure state of existence …that of peace and love.

 

As we first learn to exist in only peace and love we can begin to walk in that state through our world around us and spread that powerful reality of our new existence to those around us.  To those who we encounter every day and also to those we do not see face to face or in our physical locality but to anyone we hold in our mind and reach out to with our heart.  No matter how near or how far they may be we can still reach them, touch them with our spirit and our love, share our light across any distance or indeed across any time line.

 

We can heal the hurts from the past and even reach into the future to heal those we will encounter along the path ahead of us.  Outside of our ‘reality’ time does not exist, so we can move from here to there as if we are walking from one room to the next, as if we are stepping from this current moment in our timeline to any other moment before or after what we perceive as ‘now’.  Our body may be locked into this linear journey of time like a train on a pre-laid track but our spirit and our love never need to obey that limitation.

 

As we grow stronger in our spirit-deep realisation of all these truths we can then start to run, not just walk, with an awe-inspiring sense of freedom and peace that others will long to attain.  Others around us will be swept up in the breathtaking power of our freedom and motion and inspired to find what we have.  Their journey will be their journey, our journey will be our journey, but the sheer force of forward moving freedom will raise those around us up onto their feet, like they were once lame but through a miracle they can walk again.  The child within them, the innocent, free, powerful child they were born as will recognise what they had, what they were, what they again can be and what they unquestionably are destined to be.

 

We find our freedom, our path and we walk and then run for ourselves because we are driven by our spirit to achieve the freedom we were born with.  The result of us doing what we must for ourselves is that it empowers and inspires and releases and uplifts others to do the same for themselves.

 

We spent much of our life sitting, waiting, fearing, hoping, trying, failing, questioning, doubting only because the world has been programming us to stay downtrodden and controlled and limited and restricted and abused for all of our lives.  We simply must CHOOSE to look up, to stand up, to walk and then to run.  Then we realise that we can fly and that our wings have always been there, they are our faith, and once we can dare to spread our faith and use it we realise that we can fly … that we always could … we simple chose to believe we couldn’t.

 

As simply as we can choose to believe … WE CAN!

 

©MICHAEL YOUNG 2017

  

 

The piece above was created through an ‘automatic writing’ exercise in a wonderful spiritual workshop conducted by DEREK BARKER.  Werribee 8Oct2017.

 

Fear

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FEAR … was “like poison running through my veins”…

 

Fear is such a horrible invention.

Evil and Fear are two sides of the same coin. One can’t exist without the other.

Fear rules this planet. Fear controls the human race. Yet fear is only an illusion.

Fear is NOT real.

It has no physical existence unless we allow it to possess us.
It has no power unless we hand over our power to it.
It has no place in our mind unless we allow it to echo there.
It has no voice unless we allow it to speak.
It has no heartbeat unless we allow it to hold there.
It has no place in our spirit unless we allow it to grow there.

Fear is impotent unless we give it life.

Religion is only fear.
War is only fear.
Bigotry is only fear.
Prejudice is only fear.
Politics is only fear.
Political Correctness is only fear.

Mix them with a serve of ignorance and you give them life.

Fear + Ignorance = Control!

 

It is said that the solution to fear is faith. Faith is just fear viewed through a mirror.

Respect is the solution to fear.

Respect yourself and you won’t do foolish, dangerous or irresponsible things.
Respect others and you won’t hurt them.
Respect creatures and you won’t exploit or harm them.
Respect this planet and you won’t damage it.
Respect the universe and you will feel alive.

My dogs don’t fear my commands, they respect them.
True, they ignore them some times but that’s a “choice” that they make and any negative consequence of that choice is their doing.

‘Fear God’ they say.
It really translates as ‘respect’ God. Any ‘god’ that needs our fear is no ‘god’ at all… it’s just a man made lie.

‘Fear your mother and father’ they say.
Again, it really translates as ‘respect’ your parents. Respect their words, respect their life experience, respect their individuality, respect their uniqueness, respect their choices and they should in turn do the same for you.

It’s almost impossible to see it or acknowledge it when we are being limited, controlled, imprisoned by fear. Almost…
I recently wrote this as I came to realise why I had stayed in my former job for 15 years…

“Over a year ago we went away to Lakes Entrance and I realised that my life, in particular my work, had made me into a frog dying in water that was slowly getting hotter and hotter without it knowing. So why am I still there?

Am I afraid?
What am I afraid of?
Am I afraid of losing a job that I hate?
Am I afraid of having no income? (Yes to that one)
Am I afraid of not getting another job because of my age? (Yes to that one)
Am I afraid to stand up and be heard, even though I am in agony because I am NOT being heard?
Am I afraid of change?
Am I afraid of failure?
Am I too gutless to say NO to what I am being forced into?
Am I afraid we will lose the house?
Am I just weak? (I would not still be alive today if that were true)
Am I afraid of letting others down? (I know that one of the lessons from all this is NOT TO PLAY THE MARTYR anymore!)
Am I just afraid that I am kidding myself and the Universe will not provide for me? (Blind fool, the Universe has ALWAYS provided for me, and protected me, even from myself and my own desires sometimes).

Does my partner want me to stay there and keep suffering? (Definitely not)
Do I deserve to keep suffering there, doing a job I now hate, in a company that has never truly valued me as a person, my skills, my contributions, my work ethic, my ideas, my sacrifice? (No, absolutely not, any karmic debt in that way has been well and truly paid off).

It seems that the answer is actually clear through all this … it is FEAR … I AM AFRAID!

Afraid? When I KNOW that my entire life, all the good and all the bad, has been carefully orchestrated and guided by the Universe and the spirits and angels that surround me always? Why still afraid?”
The saying that ‘no man is an island’ is very true here.
We need others to help us open our eyes to see, our ears to hear, our hearts to accept, our minds to acknowledge and our spirits to stand against … fear.

Define your fear, stand up, look it in the face, then walk right through it.

From the outside, fear is, simply, nothing but a word that has no resonance anymore; a dead, false, pointless word.

Only when we break free of fear, can we see and feel what it has done to us.

Don’t allow it to control you.

 

Fear is a lie!

 

 

©Michael Young 2017