Melbourne: Sherbrooke Forest and Conversations
I am staying in Sherbrooke which I mistakingly thought was Sherwood Forest. I laugh, I have actually been to Sherwood forest in Nottingham, UK which is not a forest anymore but was remembered as the location of the Robin Hood and his merry men. So I smile.
I’m staying with a good friend of mine… Continue reading
Dreaming of An Ancient Earth In Rebirth
I was sitting peacefully tonight reading an inspiring book listening to Yothu Yindi an Australian indigenous group. Most of the album is indigenous music with sticks, didgeridoo and a singer. It was mesmerising. I found myself closing my eyes and really feeling the sounds in the music. The rhythm was fast and the didgeridoo just… Continue reading
Life in Melbourne with Friends
I contacted my friend Jane and she texted me if I wanted to stay with her. She is in Heidelberg so it is closer for me to stop. I was feeling very tired as I had been on the road for 12 hours. I picked up a nice bottle of red wine and headed to… Continue reading
Adelaide to Melbourne
I’ve spent the week at a Ministers place and her husband who is a Chaplain. They were Sandy and Geoff and generous allowing me to stay at their place at such short notice. They were very busy most of the time and when they were there they were chilling out watching t.v. So we didn’t… Continue reading
Adelaide: A Ministry of Peace
When I was in Port Augusta, I stayed with a friend of mine. I asked her where I could stay in Adelaide. The weather is cold and my money is quite low, so a Caravan Park would be challenging. I could do it, but my feeling was to stay in a house. My friend suggested… Continue reading
Port Augusta: Staying with Sisters of Mercy
I am at Port Augusta right now. As I drove in I saw the magnificent Flinders Ranges. They reminded me of the Remarkable (range) in New Zealand. I love the contrasts of this country. I am coming in from the desert to find mountain ranges and a river system.
I picked up a few supplies… Continue reading
The woomera of Truth and Peace Making is Not at War
The definition of woomera is a type of notched stick used by native Australians to increase leverage and propulsion in the throwing of a spear. For myself in this title it is the spear of truth I am interested in. My target is real peace or another way of feeling it is harmony.
When I… Continue reading
Maralinga: Contamination of Indigenous Australians
I’ve just visited Woomera and tried to imagine what it must have been like during the British Atomic tests in the 1950′s and 1960′s. It is a flat plain that the British and Australian Governments viewed as empty. For the Indigenous people, they viewed the land as sacred. Interestingly, when I went to the cultural… Continue reading
Australia: The Sacred, The Scared and Nuclear Exposure
I use the words the sacred, the scared and nuclear exposure in respect of the indigenous see all land as sacred. Moreover, when you are in sacred alignment with yourself you will express values of compassion, empathy, love and respect. The sacred is really connection with the true spirit of our humanity. Indigneous and non… Continue reading
Exposure at Maralinga Is Nuclear Clean?
I decided to stay in Woomera as I want to see the museum. I am in a unit overnight here. I thought I heard a few bomb blasts, but went outside and couldn’t see anything.
As I was sleeping I awoke with machine guns, that was in the dream. I had many dreams and perhaps… Continue reading