This photo was taken on December 30, 2012 in
Myrtle Creek, New South Wales, AU, using a Canon EOS 60D.
Vee and I had just that on our minds ... getting well clear of this gateway. We were taking photographs of Dennis's old property when we were chased at 2.20pm in the afternoon by a lady who was trying to hurt us and threatening to smash my camera. There was a large man in pursuit as well, and the woman was heavily tattooed. I thought this sign was a bit suspicious.
I wonder what those people are hiding. Then we find that our car no. plate is up on a sign on a tree on the Summerland Way and its says we are scum. All that to take a photograph or two, that was hell scary indeed.
My legs hurt like hell and my back hurts because I had to run in steel caps and so did Vee. We were legends though.
Did you know the people who exhibit the
most kindness are the first to get mistreated? Did you know those who
take care of others all the time are usually the ones who need this care the
Did you know the 3 hardest things to say are I love you, I'm
sorry, and help me? Sometimes just because a person looks happy, you have
to look past their smile and see how much pain they may be in. Images @ Melonpopzdropz Flickr
There are many things that I wanted to instill in my children and I have been averted from this action, and is this a travesty. Yes it is because I have so much to teach them. They need to know these things because this is the reason I am their mother.
Every child needs their mother but mine think they need themselves and that is enough. They are not prepared or equipped for this life with out much Mother talk. This talk stopped overnight because of others who were just jealous of the closeness we shared. Oh well .. we are not the first family this has ever happened too. They maybe destroyers of the collective but they will never destroy me. Images @ Melonpopzdropz Flickr
Since being at Glenugie I have met amazing people who are definitely people who are outside of the box. They display an immense strength of character.
Today is boxing day and so we should talk about boxes I suppose. I love these boxes in the image, they are at the Antique shop. This shop has many great items to photograph . Images @ Melonpopzdropz Flickr
This photograph was taken by Tim at the beach on Christmas Day while we took some time away from the camp site at the blockade at Glenugie NSW. I had settled myself to not celebrate Christmas this year. This was easy being with like minded people who also felt that the spirit of Christmas had been replaced by a spirit of economy and competiveness. We all agreed it was not pretty and we all decided we were not a part of this.
We also agreed that the churches idea of Christmas was very wrong. Not to take anything away from the Supreme Creators of the universe of course, but I speak from a perspective of the Romans staging a religion. The fact that there was stealing of original sacred wisdom and confounding it in the shape of the New Testament. Jesus was a good bloke and he was very real but the Romans really have a lot to answer for.
How about a cult religion being all but forced upon the people for approximately 2000 years for starters? This is the reason we decided to not celebrate this.
My massive non Christmas decision was made easy by camping with no frills on the side of a 100 Kilometer road too with just the very basics. Although the people were definitely the kind of people I would rather spend Christmas with. I was with awesome people!
I did get gifts though, even on the side of the road with a bunch of strangers. Jane gave me a book and a DVD and a Eureka Stockade tea towel which is stunning and the book and movie are just perfect. Then in the late afternoon Merve gave me a bottle of Gossips and said Merry Christmas. Timmy was the one who touched me the most, he had a gift for his ex and it was a meditation prayer stool. He gave this to me and told me it was in better hands with me. I cried!
Dear Timmy and his dog Nellie who incidentally loved this dog in the image above and they played very happily. I used to be very afraid of most dogs. It was not until I had my own dog did this fear dissipate from my life. Being bitten was the result of rogue owners not the dogs themselves.
It is Christmas Eve. This year I decided that I would not celebrate this event on the Christian calendar. I decided this for a couple of reasons:
The economic nightmare.
The psychological pain this time triggers.
The lack of faith in the Christian system.
This festival was highjacked by the Universal Church.
The candle has lost its significant and symbolic place in society!
I am celebrating the Solstice with friends who I have only known a short time, we are Earth Warriors from all over Australia, here at Glenugie NSW blockading Metgasco and the drill rig entrance. Images @ Melopopzdropz Flickr
Non Violent Direct Action . . . It seems the long arm of the law can still reach you though no matter how non-violent you perceive yourself to be. The Laws are unjust and therefore not worth the paper they are written on. I would quote Justice Judge Latham High Court pf Australia, but I do it far too often. It is not good and a revolution is nigh on the agenda if this goes on for too much longer.
I wanted to give something of my past to my grandson. So I took him into the woods, to a quiet spot. Seated at my feet he listened as I told him of the powers that were given to each creature. He moved not a muscle as I explained how the woods had always provided us with food, homes, comfort, and religion. He was awed when I related to him how the wolf became our guardian, and when I told him that I would sing the sacred wolf song over him, he was overjoyed. In my song, I appealed to the wolf to come and preside over us while I would perform the wolf ceremony so that the bondage between my grandson and the wolf would be lifelong. I sang. In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat. I sang. In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers. I sang. In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed, the link to creation. I sang. In my eyes sparkled love. I sang. And the song floated on the sun's rays from tree to tree. When I had ended, it was if the whole world listened with us to hear the wolf's reply. We waited a long time but none came. Again I sang, humbly but as invitingly as I could, until my throat ached and my voice gave out. All of a sudden I realized why no wolves had heard my sacred song. There were none left! My heart filled with tears. I could no longer give my grandson faith in the past, our past. At last I could whisper to him: " It is finished!" "Can I go home now?" He asked, checking his watch to see if he would still be in time to catch his favorite program on TV. I watched him disappear and wept in silence. All is finished! Chief Dan George
I wanted to give something to my yet unborn grand children, I want to give them the promise of clean pure water. The way water is supposed to be. I want to give them an environment to see and to show their children. I want them to know that their Grand mother fought for this and fought for the rights of the planet, I want this to be my legacy.
Lightening Crashes... is the song that comes to mind as I write this. The angel opens her eyes, pale blue colored eyes ..... I feel it coming back again like a rolling thunder chasing the wind. Images @ Melopopzdropz Flickr
There are a lot of songs to remember for me and being here in Glenugie is helping me to remember what living is about. Being by myself and being with such nice people makes this so much more comfortable to transit through. We are fighting for the Earth and trying to stop Metgasco from getting in. Singing is a big part at time too. Keeps the spirits higher. Images @ Melopopzdropz Flickr
There is no
society that wants people to be totally free because when you are free
you are very very dangerous to the states / the churches and the nations
/ A wise man is a fire alive.. ~OSHO~
A significant number of students lost their lives today in the US, another shooting and the frequencies are not checked. There are people who are tuned very high, similar to how dogs hear a dog whistle and most of us non-dogs don't manage to hear this.
If we penetrate mystery, we become wise. If mystery penetrates us we become stupid. Continue to penetrate mystery, for mystery is the vestment of eternity.
Mary's Talking stick and Bullroarer
Nothing is covered up that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known. Therefore whatever you have said in the dark shall be heard in the light, and what you have whispered in private rooms shall be proclaimed on the housetops.
This is such a true statement because I really do think that people are their own worst enemy. We as humans whinge and complain but are we all that stupid. There are many useless time wasting laws that are just a general pain in the bum for a reason.
I wish I was not part of such a system. Where did they all go wrong? This is the question I ask myself a lot lately.
I love making scones as much as eating them, I made some today and they are just divine and fresh and they smell delicious as well as taste that way. I hope my children make scones sometimes. Images @ Melopopzdropz Flickr
Either this, or they are part of the entire story and Mel and Greig are just mere pawns! We know the name MEL is high on the list of hits. A lot of Mel's are copping it this year from all sides.
She ( Jacinta) was the right age. Forty Six, being born in '66. The number 10 is significant here.
A lot of people born in that year are suffering the same fate at a distance and it is excruciating at times to feel the pain of this and see the pain of this over generations since antiquity.
Neither police nor the hospital publicly blamed the radio station for Saldanha's death."The
nurse, for whatever personal reasons she might have clearly
over-reacted. It is sad. But that is all it is. Nobody should be
prosecuted or penalized over this."
The hospital identified the nurse as Jacintha Saldanha. As news of her
death spread, comments flooded the 2DayFM Facebook page.