Happy Birthday Texsy . . you would have been 35 today.

A number plate I saw in Dalby as I was talking about Texsy with Suzanna

Brice and I lit a candle for our friends memory and Gail and I had a drink for her birthday.  It wasn't actually a happy time.  But we talked of our memories and as usual it always ends up the same as we spiral down into the painful circumstances of why she isn't here with us to celebrate her own awesome birthday.  Our Leo friend was taken way too early to be with the creator spirit.  She was run over by a drunk who was then acquitted of her murder. 

Today is Texsy's day though and we treated today just like she was here the best we could.  I will always miss her so much.  I tinge with anger at the entire situation and wish people would not have been so pig headed about things I knew about that I tried to warn them about.  Pride is a sad thing and it is pride that is the sole reason why our Texsy is not here.  We love you Tex  ... always in our hearts.

Images @ Eminpee Fotography

Happy Birthday Texsy

 

Texsy would have been thirty four years old today if she wasn't run over by a maniac back a couple of years ago now.

Today I thought about her and thought how she had been showing me that her spirit is alive and well and recently I saw this in Dalby when we were away.  I think Tex would have loved what we are doing trying to save the precious water and that her spirit lives every single time I touch this part of our reality.

 

 Image from Facebook TEXSY
Images @ Eminpee Fotography # Plate

This 25th April 2012 - ANZAC DAY

Turn Right Into the Firing Line

HMAS ARUNTA ...  My fathers ship in Korea

FORM/FUNCTION/EXECUTION or THE ART CRITIC OF WAR
each and every subject's
easily erased
each model reduced
to black and white figures on a page

portraits of new monsters
an old image retraced
paint it all with numbers
a distortion of common shapes

broken down and rebuilt
servitude in relief
sculpted to be ruins
for a landscape of pride and belief

two thousand feet above
a thousand miles away
nemesis needs no face
for this re conceptualisation of space

may good fortune strike us blind
may we see not their eyes
may they wear our masks so bold
may these young hearts beat cold
that we may destroy all our enemies

I don't see or understand
why or where these men stand
but empathy alone could stay this failed artist's hand.

Thank you Hostage Life 

WAR - Edwin Starr

In the last days there will be wars and rumours of wars.  These last days are the last days of the hell fire PISCERIAN AGE and now thank goodness it should turn around and come good.  Here in this part of the universe today we are celebrating the soldiers coming home from war and our ANZAC DAY...  Australia and New Zealand Armed Corps.  Have a good day with whatever you are doing today.

Images are from my pics

Turn Right Into the Firing Line

 This 25th April 2012 / ANZAC DAY

HMAS ARUNTA ...  My fathers ship in Korea

FORM/FUNCTION/EXECUTION or THE ART CRITIC OF WAR
each and every subject's
easily erased
each model reduced
to black and white figures on a page

portraits of new monsters
an old image retraced
paint it all with numbers
a distortion of common shapes

broken down and rebuilt
servitude in relief
sculpted to be ruins
for a landscape of pride and belief

two thousand feet above
a thousand miles away
nemesis needs no face
for this re conceptualisation of space

may good fortune strike us blind
may we see not their eyes
may they wear our masks so bold
may these young hearts beat cold
that we may destroy all our enemies

I don't see or understand
why or where these men stand
but empathy alone could stay this failed artist's hand.

Thank you Hostage Life 

WAR - Edwin Starr

In the last days there will be wars and rumours of wars.  These last days are the last days of the hell fire PISCERIAN AGE and now thank goodness it should turn around and come good.  Here in this part of the universe today we are celebrating the soldiers coming home from war and our ANZAC DAY...  Australia and New Zealand Armed Corps.  Have a good day with whatever you are doing today.

Images are from my pics

Good judgment comes from bad experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

You gotta take some chances, you gotta risk losing it all, you gotta close your eyes and leap because it might be worth the fall. 

In my case I am really really glad I made the decision to take a chance and try to save my own life.  I had to over power my assailant who had taken me hostage in the bush at night time.  He was telling me how he was going to kill me.  I was very scared and police finally found him but it did take a number of days and a large police search through the bush west of Kempsey in 1979.

Today we sort the help of Ashley and we asked him to check  up on some details of this past traumatic incident because I continually have really bad nightmares about this stuff..

We are lucky I suppose as the police in the local area are fairly easy to get along with.  There was an incident in my life some thirty years ago and I wanted to find out if the person was dead.  Police were very helpful and now I can rest easier.

 http://members.tripod.com/mi_ruka0/id9.html

Image by Mezza - Urunga Police truck

Good judgment comes from bad experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

You gotta take some chances, you gotta risk losing it all, you gotta close your eyes and leap because it might be worth the fall. 

In my case I am really really glad I made the decision to take a chance and try to save my own life.  I had to over power my assailant who had taken me hostage in the bush at night time.  He was telling me how he was going to kill me.  I was very scared and police finally found him but it did take a number of days and a large police search through the bush west of Kempsey in 1979.

Today we sort the help of Ashley and we asked him to check  up on some details of this past traumatic incident because I continually have really bad nightmares about this stuff..

We are lucky I suppose as the police in the local area are fairly easy to get along with.  There was an incident in my life some thirty years ago and I wanted to find out if the person was dead.  Police were very helpful and now I can rest easier.

 http://members.tripod.com/mi_ruka0/id9.html

Image by Mezza - Urunga Police truck

Feel Your Feelings, But Don’t Believe Them.

Adopt a pet.  Pets on the whole give you an unlimited amount of attention and love. I know this on a very personal level.   I have a dog and a cat and the love they bestow on us is just a beautiful thing,  It has been said this is comforting and  healing.  I probably couldn't do it with out their love.

Another way of making something different is to change your entire look. get a new hairstyle or color.

Sunset over a town I lived in once.

Buy some new cloths and feel your spirit change. Move your bedroom around, this can change the energy in your special revival space.  These are ways of relieving endless monotony! 

I have a monotony of loss, grief and sadness and I must do somethings on a regular basis  to alleviate this.  I am going away in just over twenty days to Uluru and I will feel the spirit people there in that place  and they will speak harshly to my spirit to pull it into line.  
The spiritual nature of this attack has been classic.  This happens a lot to people but it can be alleviated.  The sense of belonging is more than necessary to this. 
My own children treat this like it is something that is  normal.  This is tyranny.  The sadness should not be visited on any mother who has loved their children and a mother who wanted them so much and wanted a yummy happy life for them.   
This was not to be, not for me anyway.    I was hooked up to a man who was the epitome of selfishness.  He had many sexual affairs and was having one with a girl when my son Jesse was born.  She chased him to Bellingen to tell him of his son who is a few months older than our son.

The lesson in this is to get out quick when your spirit tells you to.  Your spirit is connected to God and the universe and is never wrong. 

Image by Mezza - Sunset at Bellingen bridge.

Feel Your Feelings, But Don’t Believe Them.

Adopt a pet.  Pets on the whole give you an unlimited amount of attention and love. I know this on a very personal level.   I have a dog and a cat and the love they bestow on us is just a beautiful thing,  It has been said this is comforting and  healing.  I probably couldn't do it with out their love.

Another way of making something different is to change your entire look. get a new hairstyle or color.

Sunset over a town I lived in once.

Buy some new cloths and feel your spirit change. Move your bedroom around, this can change the energy in your special revival space.  These are ways of relieving endless monotony! 

I have a monotony of loss, grief and sadness and I must do somethings on a regular basis  to alleviate this.  I am going away in just over twenty days to Uluru and I will feel the spirit people there in that place  and they will speak harshly to my spirit to pull it into line.  
The spiritual nature of this attack has been classic.  This happens a lot to people but it can be alleviated.  The sense of belonging is more than necessary to this. 
My own children treat this like it is something that is  normal.  This is tyranny.  The sadness should not be visited on any mother who has loved their children and a mother who wanted them so much and wanted a yummy happy life for them.   
This was not to be, not for me anyway.    I was hooked up to a man who was the epitome of selfishness.  He had many sexual affairs and was having one with a girl when my son Jesse was born.  She chased him to Bellingen to tell him of his son who is a few months older than our son.

The lesson in this is to get out quick when your spirit tells you to.  Your spirit is connected to God and the universe and is never wrong. 

Image by Mezza - Sunset at Bellingen bridge.

State in your mind and Chant with your mouth...

Today we have been learning more about ancient practices and today we were learning about the beginnings of the five Reiki Principals


The secret art of inviting happiness, The miraculous medicine for all diseases.  At least for today:

Do not be angry, Do not worry,

Be grateful, Work with diligence,

Be kind to people.

Every morning and evening, join your hands in meditation and pray with your heart.  State in your mind and chant with your mouth.

I learned about the heart chakra first because I was told by a Reiki master that my heart chakra was so large it was taking up my entire chest area.  This was an interesting statement to me as I knew nothing much about Reiki.  I steered away from it in the years past as people were charging people money for this practice.  When anyone charges money for the gifts from God I get worried and its a big problem in my book.  So I never really embraced it when I was younger in my teens and early twenties etc. because of this.

I head out in the early mornings to do this sort of thing before the sun.  I go with an expectant heart and I go with a desire to see the best in the world today.  I can only concern myself with the now as I practice this because now is all I have is that moment.  The last moment is already gone and the next is waiting for the now to die before it steps onto the stage of existence.

We didn't get to go today as the day is very grey in colour and it is looking very much like rain. But there is always tomorrow and so today must be a day for other things and a starting off from a different perspective today.

Lets start with lots of dancing this morning!  .Dancing is something I do for health and happiness as it makes me happy and raises my heart rate at the same time.  I wasn't lucky enough to ever attend a dance class in my entire life.  Many of my peers attended such when we were children.  I watched on as they performed and I learned as a small child that these things were not for me.

 

 Formal training in any direction was above all held away from me and classed as a total waste to spend any money like this on such a human being as myself.  Harsh thinking and it was even harsher living under it believe me!

This could be the reason I struggle with strange thoughts as I do a lot.  It isn't easy when you have to bolster yourself against manipulative psychopathic people who are intent on breaking your very spirit!  All consciences missing from their very makeup of being and a hate for my mother like no other on this earth.  Strange living under this guise I can assure you.  The stuff I was forced to believe is unbelievable.



Image By Mezza -  Beauty in Nature with the Bird of Paradise and  Pansies appearing as if to dance.

State in your mind and Chant with your mouth...

Today we have been learning more about ancient practices and today we were learning about the beginnings of the five Reiki Principals


The secret art of inviting happiness, The miraculous medicine for all diseases.  At least for today:

Do not be angry, Do not worry,

Be grateful, Work with diligence,

Be kind to people.

Every morning and evening, join your hands in meditation and pray with your heart.  State in your mind and chant with your mouth.

I learned about the heart chakra first because I was told by a Reiki master that my heart chakra was so large it was taking up my entire chest area.  This was an interesting statement to me as I knew nothing much about Reiki.  I steered away from it in the years past as people were charging people money for this practice.  When anyone charges money for the gifts from God I get worried and its a big problem in my book.  So I never really embraced it when I was younger in my teens and early twenties etc. because of this.

I head out in the early mornings to do this sort of thing before the sun.  I go with an expectant heart and I go with a desire to see the best in the world today.  I can only concern myself with the now as I practice this because now is all I have is that moment.  The last moment is already gone and the next is waiting for the now to die before it steps onto the stage of existence.

We didn't get to go today as the day is very grey in colour and it is looking very much like rain. But there is always tomorrow and so today must be a day for other things and a starting off from a different perspective today.

Lets start with lots of dancing this morning!  .Dancing is something I do for health and happiness as it makes me happy and raises my heart rate at the same time.  I wasn't lucky enough to ever attend a dance class in my entire life.  Many of my peers attended such when we were children.  I watched on as they performed and I learned as a small child that these things were not for me.

 

 Formal training in any direction was above all held away from me and classed as a total waste to spend any money like this on such a human being as myself.  Harsh thinking and it was even harsher living under it believe me!

This could be the reason I struggle with strange thoughts as I do a lot.  It isn't easy when you have to bolster yourself against manipulative psychopathic people who are intent on breaking your very spirit!  All consciences missing from their very makeup of being and a hate for my mother like no other on this earth.  Strange living under this guise I can assure you.  The stuff I was forced to believe is unbelievable.



Image By Mezza -  Beauty in Nature with the Bird of Paradise and  Pansies appearing as if to dance.

“I think we're seeing in working mothers a change from "Thank God it's Friday" to "Thank God it's Monday." If any working mother has not experienced that feeling, her children are not adolescent.” Ann Diehl

Garbage Morning

A STICK STUCK

 It was something and I wanted to know what the hell it was so I got all the way out there to look!  It was a stick.  A curly stick that someone had just stuck into the middle of the old rotting pier post. If I was tall enough I would have taken the curly stick out of the thing because it isn't supposed to be there.

What a lovely day today is already.  No tears and lots of clear thinking.  Today Montana comes again to stay with me.  Yay it is Monday at last. 

 I feel that she gets a lot of flack for hanging out at all with me.  I don't want to be Montana's friend .... so much as I want to be her mother and being a mother to her is important to me.  The other  two children  are jealous!   I would say this as this is how it was. 

I continue to say that Montana  restored my faith in humanity.  Which she did entirely .  Jesse was so active as a child and full on.  Matilda was hard core and throwing tantrums at every turn and then came Montana who wanted to read and sing and learn and love. 

It was a dream come true.  Guess the others prefer Johns company.  Montana always preferred my company.  She loved me so much.  Once,  once she loved me like no one else had ever loved me,  it was the sweetest thing I have ever known.  Sweeter than any sugar known to man.  Her love was the purest love there was and I could feel it.  I loved her love and we loved each other so much!  She would play word games with me and I called her " Little Bum"  and I have called her "Lamb Tart" and I have called her just "Tart" for short.  We had to stop that one as it was coming out in public places and people were looking quite strange at a mother who called her daughter 'Tart. 

These days its harder as now her sister won't allow her to even have a radio show with me with out interrupting her and asking her to leave!  She promised me and her listeners on air that she would stay the entire 2 hours next week.  She realizes what they are doing and they will be sad in the end because it is wrong!

Today and just for today I will be happy and I will enjoy this time we have together as time will not last forever and I know this now!  I want to enjoy Montana while I still have some time!

Image by Mezza - Stick in the Pier at Urunga NSW 2012

“I think we're seeing in working mothers a change from "Thank God it's Friday" to "Thank God it's Monday." If any working mother has not experienced that feeling, her children are not adolescent.” Ann Diehl

Garbage Morning

A STICK STUCK

 It was something and I wanted to know what the hell it was so I got all the way out there to look!  It was a stick.  A curly stick that someone had just stuck into the middle of the old rotting pier post. If I was tall enough I would have taken the curly stick out of the thing because it isn't supposed to be there.

What a lovely day today is already.  No tears and lots of clear thinking.  Today Montana comes again to stay with me.  Yay it is Monday at last. 

 I feel that she gets a lot of flack for hanging out at all with me.  I don't want to be Montana's friend .... so much as I want to be her mother and being a mother to her is important to me.  The other  two children  are jealous!   I would say this as this is how it was. 

I continue to say that Montana  restored my faith in humanity.  Which she did entirely .  Jesse was so active as a child and full on.  Matilda was hard core and throwing tantrums at every turn and then came Montana who wanted to read and sing and learn and love. 

It was a dream come true.  Guess the others prefer Johns company.  Montana always preferred my company.  She loved me so much.  Once,  once she loved me like no one else had ever loved me,  it was the sweetest thing I have ever known.  Sweeter than any sugar known to man.  Her love was the purest love there was and I could feel it.  I loved her love and we loved each other so much!  She would play word games with me and I called her " Little Bum"  and I have called her "Lamb Tart" and I have called her just "Tart" for short.  We had to stop that one as it was coming out in public places and people were looking quite strange at a mother who called her daughter 'Tart. 

These days its harder as now her sister won't allow her to even have a radio show with me with out interrupting her and asking her to leave!  She promised me and her listeners on air that she would stay the entire 2 hours next week.  She realizes what they are doing and they will be sad in the end because it is wrong!

Today and just for today I will be happy and I will enjoy this time we have together as time will not last forever and I know this now!  I want to enjoy Montana while I still have some time!

Image by Mezza - Stick in the Pier at Urunga NSW 2012

As social beings we live with our eyes upon our reflection, but have no assurance of the tranquillity of the waters in which we see it. ...Charles Horton Cooley

We of our own Never Never...

 What a beautiful sight this was to see the comforting waters of the Never Never Creek again where we all used to have so much fun at different times.  This part of the creek is particularly deep and absolutely fresh and cold.  The water commencing its journey towards the Bellinger River only a few miles away at the source.  I did have the nicest times with my children at the river playing for hours in the water amongst the rocks and sitting reading under the shady trees.

This was a beautiful place to have children grow up.  So different to city life with all its woes and the business of its existence as it is.  The Never Never is beautiful piece of Australia and a very special place and a healing place for woman.

It healed me and I also let it hurt me.  I guess its an energy transfer.  I gained some and I lost some there.  So did Jesse.  He lost his first tooth when he was 6 years old in the Never Never Creek swimming.  We searched and searched amongst the rocks under the water to no avail.  We  had to send a letter to the forest faeries to tell the tooth faeries what had transpired.  They co-operated and there was money under the pillow the next day.  Faeries do not much around.

Image by Mezza - Never Never Creek Gleniffer NSW

As social beings we live with our eyes upon our reflection, but have no assurance of the tranquillity of the waters in which we see it. ...Charles Horton Cooley

We of our own Never Never...

 What a beautiful sight this was to see the comforting waters of the Never Never Creek again where we all used to have so much fun at different times.  This part of the creek is particularly deep and absolutely fresh and cold.  The water commencing its journey towards the Bellinger River only a few miles away at the source.  I did have the nicest times with my children at the river playing for hours in the water amongst the rocks and sitting reading under the shady trees.

This was a beautiful place to have children grow up.  So different to city life with all its woes and the business of its existence as it is.  The Never Never is beautiful piece of Australia and a very special place and a healing place for woman.

It healed me and I also let it hurt me.  I guess its an energy transfer.  I gained some and I lost some there.  So did Jesse.  He lost his first tooth when he was 6 years old in the Never Never Creek swimming.  We searched and searched amongst the rocks under the water to no avail.  We  had to send a letter to the forest faeries to tell the tooth faeries what had transpired.  They co-operated and there was money under the pillow the next day.  Faeries do not much around.

Image by Mezza - Never Never Creek Gleniffer NSW

At some point in life all beings wonder and ponder the primal questions of life, the universe and everything.

 Every child knows they’re on a magical mystery tour, exploring and creating a gloriously intricate realm of intriguing riddles and sumptuous sensuality. Every freshly incarnate soul knows answers to eternal conundrums and recognizes that truth must be really simple, clear and meaningful – unlike the plethora of corporate, ‘religious’ and ‘spiritual’ lies they’re fed to keep them in place in the usual fowl-brained pecking order.. . . (exerpt from New Illuminati)

The Birds I wished would come, and they did!

I thought this was good to post about on the first of the new month of February 2012.  Its is always awesome when it is a new month.  Don't know why, but it just is! 
It is this quest for knowledge discussed above that I am on.  I have been on it for a good while now.  I think I first thought about the world as such really big when I realized that death happens to babies.  I was five years old when the baby across the street from me died of S.I.D.S.  ( Sudden Infant Death Syndrome)

We took their other child for the day and his name was Scotty Wilkinson.  I don't know what ever happened to him.  He was the motorbike policeman's son and he was my friend.  He was very sad that day and I wanted to try to help him feel better.  I remember collecting wild flowers with him  for the baby who died.  We were so young to come to terms with such big conundrums as death and life at ages 3 and 5.

So long ago now and that all happened in Stanthorpe Queensland where I grew up for the first 12 years of my life.

Website for more information regarding the universe etc and answers to those nagging questions you have had forever and want answers to and closure on .. If so, then check this site out for some helpful information  http://nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/

Image by Mezza - Footbridge at dawn Urunga  taken 31/01/2012

At some point in life all beings wonder and ponder the primal questions of life, the universe and everything.

 Every child knows they’re on a magical mystery tour, exploring and creating a gloriously intricate realm of intriguing riddles and sumptuous sensuality. Every freshly incarnate soul knows answers to eternal conundrums and recognizes that truth must be really simple, clear and meaningful – unlike the plethora of corporate, ‘religious’ and ‘spiritual’ lies they’re fed to keep them in place in the usual fowl-brained pecking order.. . . (exerpt from New Illuminati)

The Birds I wished would come, and they did!

I thought this was good to post about on the first of the new month of February 2012.  Its is always awesome when it is a new month.  Don't know why, but it just is! 
It is this quest for knowledge discussed above that I am on.  I have been on it for a good while now.  I think I first thought about the world as such really big when I realized that death happens to babies.  I was five years old when the baby across the street from me died of S.I.D.S.  ( Sudden Infant Death Syndrome)

We took their other child for the day and his name was Scotty Wilkinson.  I don't know what ever happened to him.  He was the motorbike policeman's son and he was my friend.  He was very sad that day and I wanted to try to help him feel better.  I remember collecting wild flowers with him  for the baby who died.  We were so young to come to terms with such big conundrums as death and life at ages 3 and 5.

So long ago now and that all happened in Stanthorpe Queensland where I grew up for the first 12 years of my life.

Website for more information regarding the universe etc and answers to those nagging questions you have had forever and want answers to and closure on .. If so, then check this site out for some helpful information  http://nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/

Image by Mezza - Footbridge at dawn Urunga  taken 31/01/2012

Come what may, some memories fade..........but some stay as vivid as the moment they were made

Dreams of the days where he stood like a mountain
It's been a while since then ,but who's counting

He lies awake, lies in wait, 

For the light of the morning to bless him, and shine again

Excerpt from "Cigarettes" - Illy

I simply thought in front of the creator that I wanted to photograph birds in front of the dawning sun, within seconds my wish was granted.  It happened that quick.  Now to apply the same principals to all things in my life.

I feel very very blessed when I see the light come into the sky each morning.  Today the sun is expected to rise around 6:15am and I am always always keen to see this.  The photographic opportunities are so expansive at dawn.  The light is changing so fast at times its hard to keep up with it. 

I find myself running to capture stuff photographically.  I get extremely excited by the prospect of the image I am going to take.  Its not a bad thing.  It gives me a level of excitement each day at day break that cannot be matched by human kind.  It is mostly a feeling of communion that I feel.  Like I am standing alone with God. 

Standing alone with God is a pretty awesome feeling believe me.  I welcome this so much.  It is a feeling that there is huge understanding and the universe is unfolding as it should.  I need to do this often and commune with the Creator of the universe and I prefer to refer to this as God. 

Our ideas on God may differ, but I love God, The Dreaming talks about when the earth was created and the stories of the seed power are phenomenal.  This "seed" power is very evident in this area.  You can almost see the hand of creation over this place.

Image by Mezza - Birds at Dawn in Urunga

Come what may, some memories fade..........but some stay as vivid as the moment they were made

Dreams of the days where he stood like a mountain
It's been a while since then ,but who's counting

He lies awake, lies in wait, 

For the light of the morning to bless him, and shine again

Excerpt from "Cigarettes" - Illy

I simply thought in front of the creator that I wanted to photograph birds in front of the dawning sun, within seconds my wish was granted.  It happened that quick.  Now to apply the same principals to all things in my life.

I feel very very blessed when I see the light come into the sky each morning.  Today the sun is expected to rise around 6:15am and I am always always keen to see this.  The photographic opportunities are so expansive at dawn.  The light is changing so fast at times its hard to keep up with it. 

I find myself running to capture stuff photographically.  I get extremely excited by the prospect of the image I am going to take.  Its not a bad thing.  It gives me a level of excitement each day at day break that cannot be matched by human kind.  It is mostly a feeling of communion that I feel.  Like I am standing alone with God. 

Standing alone with God is a pretty awesome feeling believe me.  I welcome this so much.  It is a feeling that there is huge understanding and the universe is unfolding as it should.  I need to do this often and commune with the Creator of the universe and I prefer to refer to this as God. 

Our ideas on God may differ, but I love God, The Dreaming talks about when the earth was created and the stories of the seed power are phenomenal.  This "seed" power is very evident in this area.  You can almost see the hand of creation over this place.

Image by Mezza - Birds at Dawn in Urunga