The Life Of One Alone

Great Days

2007-03-26T19:31:00.000+10:00

I have been recalling life in the dear old 50's and 60's and feel I should Praise God for allowing me the priviledge of living through the most wonderful years on earth.

We were all equal. Nobody aspired to worldliness although it was creeping in with neighbour starting to keep up with the 'Jonses' in the 1960's.

Today I look upon a world of horror. I dare not put the news on or my BP could blow up the BP machine.

Talking to a friend in the Dr's Waiting Room, he and his wife told me how the young street people in Melbourne crowd around the back of St Vincent's Hospital and shoot themselves with drugs. Then, their chief aim is to abuse and attack the Dr's and Nursing staff who are brave enough to walk near them.

It appears the Police are always there and can do nothing about it??? I have to ask myself why these people are not rounded up, placed in a cell and then locked in a medical Institution. The way it is, these kids are often brought back to the land of the living by the very Dr's and Nursing Staff they attack and abuse only to go and do the same thing.

None of this happened that I know of during the 50's and 60's. There were people called Bodgies and Widgies who rode motor bikes and who we were to stay well away from.

In earnest, we would gather together to talk about the latest carryings on by the Bodgies and Widgies at His/Her Majesties Theatre in Hobart where they would gather, and where there were able bodied 'Boncers" who threw them out if they played up.

And, play up they always did.

The Theatre was nick named "The Fleahouse". On Saturday nights, no decent person would go near 'The Fleahouse" as there were always gang fights with knuckle dusters and bike chains and you name it.

It earned it's name as 'The Fleahouse' because there were fleas in the horsehair seats -- so they said.

The Bodgies and Widgies became too much for the Tasmanian Police so a plan was put into place to clean Hobart up.

A special Victorian Police Force was called in.

Now, this Police Force was really beaut! They wore Bikie clothes, had Widgies and the best and fastest of motor bikes of that time.

The whole gang arrived via the Princess Of Tasmania. The first Ferry from Victoria to Tasmania (I think). They landed at Devonport and news travelled to Hobart about the new Bodgies and Widgies from The Mainland.

Now, none of us knew they were Police, we only heard the roar of their bikes as they slowly made their way to Hobart to settle in and go to 'The Fleahouse' on Saturday nights. And, we shuddered. Never have we seen a more formidable lot, in fact, we thought World War 3 had started.

All we young girls were kept locked inside at night and NEVER, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, permitted to go outdoors. It seemed Tassy was crawling with Bodgies and Widgies.

I never went out at night so it made no difference to me as my greatest pastime was reading, so, I was in bed at 7.p.m. with a book.

The gang fights during that brief period were simply shocking - from what we heard.

Mainlanders were looked on as being from another planet. (Yes, the Main Land of Australia was called the Mainland by Tasmanians and I believe still is, but for Bodgies and Widgies to come from the Mainland was too much for the Resident Tasmanian Bodgies and Widgies. They would kick them off the Island stuffed with apples and ready to be roasted - - in Victoria of course.

It wasn't until Hobart Bodgies and Widgies received their just rewards by fighting with experts, jailed, had their bikes immobilised, and wore huge black eyes that these Mainland "Bikies" left the State as quietly as they had entered.

The Victorian Force cleaned up the streets of all riff raff, threw them out of 'The Fleahouse', rubbed their noses in the gutters - then, were gone.

I also recall how one of my cousins, returning home from a night Mass at St Mary's received a slap under the ear from one of the 'Widgies" and told to "Get home or I'll kick you fair up the b ... arrrrrrrr......" And, it is said she fled.

It was amazing how fast the cleanup took place too!

Not alot of people had a car in those days so those who did drove to Hobart to see if the news was correct, that Hobart had been cleared of the Bodgies and Widgies and it was safe to go window shopping again.

Ai, we all strolled the streets window shoppping once again with nodody to heckle or accost us.

'The Fleahouse' was vacated on Saturday nights - what a loss of business! Then, we learned they were the Victorian Police.

I can recall the pride in my heart when I learned they were from my Home State. I remember throwing my arms around Mum and crying "Oh Mum!" while tears flowed. It was also amazing how much more respect I was shown by Tasmanians after they learned it was the Victorian Police who had cleaned the streets of Hobart.

I also remember Dad saying "Struth! That fixed them didn't it?" when he learned what had happened.

And .... look at the cities today...... maybe we need another Police Force just like they had back then... or a few ......

It's All Happening

2007-03-23T21:39:00.000+11:00

Today was a day when I saw a small community in action. At 9 a.m. Home Help was on my doorstep to clean the house for me. Oh boy, what a relief.

At 11 a.m. she was finished. My house looked orderly again! Oh boy, bigger relief.

At 11.10 a.m. my friend arrived to take my blood pressure. Uhoh ... too high, but, it wasn't 200!

I am fortunate there as the former Matron of the Hospital is a great friend of mine and of course has taken me under her wing. Tomorrow night, I am going to Mass with her. Mext week, I am going to church with another friend.

She left as my Lunch arrived. Now, here we are very, very lucky as everything is cooked by the Hospital Chef. No frozen foods allowed. So my lunch consisted of 2 crumbed cutlets, potatoes & parsley in mint sauce, mashed pumpkin and green beans with gravy. A large jug of soup was supposed to go down before THAT lot! Then, for desert, HUGE stewed plums and custard.

A carton of fruit juice is supplied with each meal. And, of course these meals are free of charge.

The jug of soup became my Tea.

God supplied my entertainment. A little Blue Wren managed to get into the Budgie cage and allowed me to take it's photo. This caused me to smile alot! He was so cute and tried desperately to outsing all the Budgies and the Cockatiels as well.

So I have been very spoilt today as in the afternoon, I fell asleep on the couch with all the animals around me. Well .... the four legged ones anyway.

I believe God sends us sickness to make us realise He is our final Destiny. That we have nothing to fear no matter what happens to us. That He is always there for us.

And, I don't believe God is going to ask us what religion we were on earth when the final day comes. It seems that everything in life comes back to out hearts - and minds.

I Praise My God for His Goodness, His Love and Mercy. May He always be with us for He is so Beautiful.

Hospital

2007-03-21T22:17:00.000+11:00

It began Monday night when I went to bed. I couldn't breathe when I laid down. I went to the lounge room and laid on the couch - and couldn't breathe. The time was about 12.20 a.m. I think.

Not knowing what to do at that time of a night I sat up becoming sicker, and far too ill to drive my car. Prayer was the only way I could get through the night.

My heart beat was shockingly fast, but, I knew what was happpening there. It was "nerves" just as the Dr's had told me for years. My head was splitting, and I knew the BP was high so I stayed in a seated huddle holding my tummy so I could get some breath down there.

It took such a long time for dawn to start to break and I was exhausted from trying to fight for breath, my body was saturated in sweat.

With dawn came knowledge I wouldn't be disturbing the night staff.So I phoned the hospital. They wanted me there immediately - by ambulance. No way! I wasn't worrying ambulance staff at that time of the morning!

Next thing, a hospital car was at the door and a former Matron who is also a friend was there to get me to hospital but fast.

I have never seen such a hullabaloo. Dr arrived, everything was happening, and I was oblivious to the fact they were trying to save my life.

No, it was nothing to do with my lungs. In fact, they were fine. At last the body showed exactly what was happening - it was my heart.

I was in what they call A.F. ( Atrial Fibrillation) and drowning in my own body fluid as the heart was not pumping correctly and throwing liquid into my lungs.
The heartbeat was 147 p.minute.

Apparently, I have suffered from A.F for some time and it hasn't been detected because no ECG was given during other palpitations.

Now, I am on warfarin.

The Blood Pressure then played up of course. Many times it reached 210/70 - and up to 220/70.

My son phoned. He was lovely. I hadn't heard from him for years as he is far too busy..................

I did something unforgiveable I think, I have never asked my children for a thing, and he being a Recording Artist I thought it would be great if he could just gently play the drums and triangles for me as a meditatin music to help lower my BP.

He contacted my daughter and wasn't very happy with me for asking. He told my daughter he would send me his latest CD as there is a drum solo on it.

Apparently he was 'offended' I didn't want his wifes voice singing. Oh hell!

However, as yet, I have received nothing, not even a card. But at least he phoned and that was lovely - until I was told he had told my daughter he had to go as I was "waffling on".

I don't recall "waffling on" as I didn't have the strength to say too much, but, if they say so ........

And so, I have spent 8 days in Hospital. What hell! Not from the Hospital, but from my daughter!

She came up and played up. She refused to stay in my house as my husband had died in it. And so far as my little dog was concerned, she really wasn't interested. It was easier to close the door and her back on my little one and leave her to my next door neighbour. And, I think that is the straw which has broken the camel's back so far as she and I are concerned. I just don't want to ever see her again.

I really feel I hate her for turning her back on my little dog who only lives to love and know I can never forget - never.

I had left a plate, a knife and fork and a teacup in the sink to be washed. Naughty Mummy! My bed wasn't made. Of course not! She didn't make it either! There was a quilt on the loungeroom couch I had used to try to keep warm through the night I was suffering. Oh what a sin! Of course the plate, knife and fork and cup were not washed either.

My Grandaughter wanted me to go to them in Ballarat to recuperate. I could see I maaaaay have been a pest to my daughter if I did but wasn't positive.

Then I got the phonecall once she was back in Ballarat. She was soooooooooooooooooooo BUSY!! Oh I was welcome, but would have to pull my weight so to speak. I knew what that meant.
I didn't speak, far better to let her go on. When I did the words were abrupt.. "No worries, I won't be down, now I MUST sleep."

But I cried and cried. And up went my BP.

My phonecalls were screened after that. Gosh it's been a battle. Right now, my phone is disconnected from the wall. I want no calls from her.

I gave up on any help from them and signed myself into complete care of the Hospital and town which means I will be given Meals on Wheels until I get better, a maintenance man for as long as I need, Home Help, and of course the District Nurses will visit.

God Provides, but how I lived through that night proved His Love for His Children as not even the Dr's could work out how I lived as there was so much fluid. Aha! They didn't know how much I was sweating though!

Little Bully

2007-03-12T23:47:00.000+11:00

I am fully convinced that my litle doggie is the greatest little bully this side of the black stump, which is where I live.

Each night nearing sunset, she literally jumps up and down, with little paws in the begging position, and barks at me to take her ta-ta's in the car - car.

No other dog is permitted on the road she travels on, and if she see's one her barker is going 10 to the dozen.

I don't mind really, but when she bails up an enormous dog I get scared when I see the enormous dog cower and wonder what he see's that I don't.

It's worse still when the owner of the enormous dog tells me she should be on a leash. The excuses I have to make for her behaviour in public are atrocious which means a confession before sleep every night.

Like, this doggie of mine is so tiny she makes the cats look huge.

To make matters worse, she's getting worse. Like, when it comes to a little doggie pushing me out of bed in the morning there is a certain unfairness about it.

It's easy to get her to come to me. I only have to turn the camera on and as soon as she hears the lens move out she appears from the most obscure places.

In the above photo she is bailing up two of my young friends as they take their evening walk. Like ... I truly believe my little doggie is a Narnian?
One just had to look at her there chatting to my friends to see she definitely is one of the original Narnians who chatted to Aslan.

Publicans And Sinners

2007-03-09T22:14:00.000+11:00

I am standing with the publicans and sinners on Mordor. Bloody people, who do they think they are to victimise a person into changing a darn churchy icon thing because they don't like the person?

My Christian icon is hidden and I have requested a change to "seeker". I don't know what a seeker is as I never really looked into it, but it'll do because I'll just think I'm one of The Seeker's of the 1960's Pop Band.I rather liked Judith Durham's voice.

"Rockin' rollin' ridin'
Out among the (whatever)
All bound for Morningtown
Many miles away....."

hehehehe .....

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Another Day

2007-03-08T21:30:00.000+11:00

I guess the sick aren't wanted anymore as I have never felt so alone in my life even though so many on Mordor have pm'd me with love and support.

My Last Will and Testament has been updated. Hell, that makes one feel sick enough without anything else!

But, it had to be done as out of the blue, even with the BP patch, my BP rose again.

Simmy keeps close contact.

When I walk, I have a cop car cruising by to see I'm O.K. which is a comfort.

But, never in my life have I felt so alone.

Peace

2007-03-04T22:46:00.000+11:00

If there is to be peace in the world there must be peace in the nations.
If there is to be peace in the nations there must be peace in the cities.
If there is to be peace in the cities there must be peace between neighbours.
If there is to be peace between neighbours there must be peace in the home.
If there is to be peace in the home there must be peace in the heart.

This is an ancient Daoist poem written in the 6th century by Lao Tse.
And, it sounds pretty right to me!

So Blessed!

2007-03-01T20:45:00.000+11:00

Today I received a Blessing Parcel from my Darling Simmy. I am being soooo spoilt!
I have never really known kindness and don't know how to react when kindness is shown. I get very emotional in fact.

So to my readers, I will only post this beautiful Gaelic Poem.

Deep Peace.

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the shining star to you.

And ...

2007-02-25T18:53:00.000+11:00

That little gorgeous wench has been doing all she can to get me to move to Ballarat to be near her.

She's searching the Houses For Sale like a ferret after a bunny in a hole.
So far, she's sent me quite alot of nice homes to buy too!

Time will tell .......

My Grandaughter And I.

2007-02-21T21:28:00.000+11:00

It is time for me to post a photo of my Darling Grandaughter and I - as we are. This photo was taken last December just before last Christmas, just a few weeks ago actually.

It wasn't always this way. Simmy was actually antisocial as a little one and I didn't meet her until she was about 2 years old.

She was quite used to her other Grandmother, but had only heard about another mystical 'Nandy' in the bush who wrote childrens books; who lived in an enchanted Cottage with all her animals; who painted and did heaps of drawings; and, who loved Lavender and Lace.

Her other Grandmother is much older than me, and is always ill poor Darling. So Simmy was prepared to meet another Grandmother with all over grey hair, an old lady who was constantly ill and who didn't drive a car or anything.

Imagine her shock when I drove into the driveway of her home in a red coupe sporting the latest in gifts for all and plenty of special sweets for Daddy who loves them. I mean, NOBODY buys DADDY lollies!!

No grey hair all over, perfectly fit and well, laughing and joking, hugging everyone
and who took the floor as centre of attention - with all but .... Simmy.

She fled. I glanced at her then at my daughter who explained that she was very shy and decided I'd soon fix that up!

Each time Simmy stole a glance at me, I stole one at her, and immediately I "became" as shy of her as she was of me.

A whole day passed where we hid from one another in our shyness, constantly looking at one another very, very shyly and pretending we didn't exist.

We saw one another in the hallway - and fled in opposite directions, then peered out of the crack of a door to see if we were looking at one another again. When we saw we were looking at each other, the door shut fast.

We found places to hide from one another I don't think her Mum and Dad knew about.

I was starting to het a bit tired of this game but noted how she would go out to my car and stare at it.

" What's the prob Hon? She like Coupe's?" I questioned my daughter.

" I don't know Muz, I think she just likes the colour, also, her other Grandmother doesn't drive. It might be a surprise for her to see you drive. I think she's baffled somehow. She expected a "Grandmother" I think you know what I mean."

Inside she would creep, and then the game would start again. I was just too shy of her.

That evening after Tea, I collapsed on the lounge. Sim stared at me. I stared back.
She moved forward. I moved backward. She looked at me puzzled, I looked at her exceptionally puzzled.

I reached for my handbag, lipstick was needed. She watched me. I watched her. She frowned, I frowned. She looked totally baffled! She looked at the lipstick, I looked at the lipstick.

I put the lipstick on, she watched. Then very, very shyly, more shyly and timud than a little mouse I said to her softly "Want some?"

She came over and I put some lipstick on her.

That did it! Lipstick! There is no doubt about we girls, we stick together.

Her parents went into hysterics laughing, so did Simmy and so did I. And, we have never been separated in friendship ever since.

From then onwards we were the best of friends. Special books were written just for her, books I bound myself as they were absolutely personally hers. Special drawings for the books were done and gone was my career for the world as I ploughed myself into books for my little Grandaughter and Grandson. They mean't the world to me.

Today, she drives that Coupe I drove into her Driveway. And, she is the proudest young lady one could imagine because she owns it. We can't seem to prise her out of it!

Mallee Dust Storm 2007

2007-02-20T19:22:00.000+11:00

It was a quarter to six p.m. this evening when this monster dust storm struck the back of my home.. Outside, the winds are still raging, the skies filled with sand, grit and dust from across the mallee.

I managed to gather a few photos as it was dangerous to be outside in such weather. Strong winds can bring down tree limbs, and many other things can happen which I won't go into here.

And, this is the drought in the mallee....

The sun has still to set .... "if you don't mind having to like or lump it, it's a fine life!"

Father Heals.

2007-02-18T20:42:00.000+11:00

I don't believe for one second there is any disease on earth the Almighty Father cannot heal.

I often wonder though if Father allows us to get sick in order for us to become closer to Him for the Believer will always turn to Him
in sickness.

My sojourn in hospital was that of complete straight sleep for 24 hours I woke for a short time, wanted a shower and recall being
distressed as I had no toiletries and had to use a soap dispenser. But, at least it was a little refreshing.

Since my arrival home, I have slept like a baby and never drank so much water in my life.

Slow breathing is excellent for High Blood Pressure and I have been doing heaps of this when awake.

I guess I must look a sight at home fast asleep with two big lazy fat cats asleep nearby guarding me, and a little Maltse Shihitsu
laying next to them also guarding Mummy.

I refuse to drink coffee now as it dehydrates the body and can raise B.P. So, a once a day light cup is the limit.

But, I can't get over the amount of water I've consumed! I think the damns might be a bit lower now ...
Uhoh, I'd better start on the tank water.

Of course I pray, and I know Father knows what is best to heal one of His Children.
But, each of His children have a slightly different makeup.

So I believe we must listen closely to that still small voice which tells us which things
are food for our health - and which things are not.

Of course, I still have a way to go before I am better, but somehow, I know all will be well.
Oh boy, this entry is so far away from falling down holes in the ground .... ;D

Praise God!!

Have To Wait

2007-02-15T13:42:00.000+11:00

Sorry readers, my blog will have to wait until I am feeling stronger.

I became quite ill with a respiratory problem and terrible cough, and have been in hospital, so am resting and taking care of myself.

Chest X Rays were taken yesterday, and will be seeing Dr tomorrow at noon.

This is a bit garbled, but all I can manage for the present.

Love to all till back online here.

The Prayer of Stephen Knight From, The Day's Of Queen Mary.

2007-02-13T22:57:00.000+11:00

This prayer is one of the most memorable ever said by a martyr about to be burned at the stake. Please feel free to download it.

The Book'The Days Of Queen Mary' Today

2007-02-13T20:37:00.000+11:00

The book, The Days's Of Queen Mary as it is today.
Inside the front cover you can see the candle grease and also written notes.
I don't think this book has ever been republished as I have tried to find it but have had no luck from my curiosity re the web ... but this is the book I still have in my possession.

Glenorchy Tasmania, late 1950's.

2007-02-11T10:24:00.000+11:00

Glenorchy was like the big tail end country town of Hobart during my time of living there.
There was no shopping centre, but we had 2 butcher's shops, McShane's Grocery Store,
O'Briens Milk Bar, Barkley's Clothing & Gifts, the Elwick Hotel, a Fish and Chip Shop and cafe, another Fish and Chip shop, a rather odd picture theatre and a newsagency. I think the picture Theatre was called The Melrose.

The tram line came to an end at the bottom of Tolosa Street next to a big convict built church. But, in 1960, all trams stopped running which was a bummer as they were great, but they gave way to buses. I recall the shelter shed where we all huddled in the cold weather to keep warm while waiting for the tram.

Next to O'Brien's bridge was the big convict built tannery or something where the skins of slaughtered animals were sent. I don't know what they did with them, it too had been convict built and if memory serves me correct, it was a brick two storey place.

To swim, everyone went to 'The Grove' where people in days gone by had erected a dressing shed, toilets, and swings. There was also a very old jetty there, I think 'convict built'.

The Grove boasted of the largest shade tree's one could imagine planted by early settlers (or convicts), and the entire area was grassed with lush grass.

It was here where all young people would gather in summer to dive off the jetty and swim in the cool, clean water of the Derwent. Unfortunately, when we walked in the water we had to walk on large round water worn rocks but that was all the more fun.

On the grass we would play chasey, some type of "beach Ball", and of course we would sit and sing songs. It was the 'playground of Glenorchy' set in natural settings and loved by everyone.

Today, not many have heard of The Grove but it was from here men would sit and do a spot of fishing from the jetty with good catches to be had.

Of course we don't remember the large house in the picture. But many other photo's of The Grove and us swimming, and playing there are in existance.

Historical things man destroys for so called 'progress' can never be replaced and forever die outin the memories of man. For this reason alone, I often wonder if progress is really good and replace the word with 'regress'.

The Brooker Highway destroyed much which will never be seen by Australians, what was kept for people to see was the Shot Tower and Port Arthur, and of course the famous (or infamous?) Salamanca Place where early whore houses had been and a man murdered on Kelly's Steps.

During the time I lived in Tasmania, no decent person would go near parts of Salamanca place. Today, things have changed there for the better and all the old whore houses etc; stare down on the throng.

On the corner of Mill Lane in Glenorchy there had been a very old 'convict built' two storey Inn. It was small and dank in rooms, but nevertheless part of Tasmania's history. Here, coaches would stop in Mill Lane to allow passengers to refresh themselves. Mill Lane was cobble stoned only to a point where the coaches stopped.

As young kids, we were not permitted to walk past the Elwick Hotel which was close to O'Brien's Bridge, and almost opposite Mill Lane. It was a very large two storey hotel, and very boisterous. Drunks often fell out the door. I believe it too had been 'convict built'.

It always fascinated me just how many places had been 'convict built'. It seemed that the convicts spent all of their time building.

Beside O'Brien's bridge, just behind Chapel Street, there laid a huge and beautiful Chinese Garden filled with fresh vegetables.

The Chinese lived in a little wooden humpy on their land and were the friendliest of people. There were no women, only men who smoked opium (so everybody said)and yet were able to sell the best vegetables to be bought. The garden itself was huge and the Chinese, being wonderful workers, worked in the garden from sunrise till dark.

The Catholic Church we has attended was so very old and had a history which reached back to it's stained glass windows being brought from England along with it's beautiful 'Stations Of The Cross' monuments. It's architecture was almost identical to the Richmond Catholic Church.

The Church was on the Main Road of Glenorchy, just down from Chapel street on the right hand side of the road.

As one entered the gate of the church, one walked beneath an ancient 'crab apple' tree which spread it's glorious blanches across a well worn path beside which were graves of the long departed, these were set in lawns which was typical of the British Church style in English ancient days. In spring time daffodils would show their golden heads to a gentle, non haste world.

On the corner of Chapel Street was Salters Grocery Store, it was very old, whereas, in Chapel Steet itself was another little grocery store just up from Salters.

The best looking building in Glenorchy was the Post Office! Here, there was a cenotaph and here it was that all Glenorchians laid a wreath on Anzac Day where the haunting refrain of 'The Last Post' would be played.

O'Brien's Bridge was the 'meeting place' for most of we young ones. "Meecha at O'Brien's Bridge!" was a comon call.

Ond ... on the corner of Chapel Street opposite Salters Grocery Store, on the lefe as one turned into Chapel Street, was the old convict built church with it's ancient hedge hiding much of what had once been.

At the top of Chapel Street was a beautiful clear water sort of a shallow damn which was also a popular swiming place for we young people during summer if The Grove was too crowded. Farmlets dotted the road to the dam and we would ride our bikes up there passing fruit trees laden with fruit, (pears and greengage plums being firm favorites as we were sick of apples,) and horses gamboling in paddocks of course!

When Glenorchy was declared a city, we all laughed. But, of course I did not live at Glenorchy then. One of my best friends (and Godfather to my daughter) became one of the Mayors of Glenorchy, and I knew Glenorchy as it had been would be lost to the world. Not because of my friend! But because of ... other reasons ....

And today, it seems, that all photo's of old Glenorchy have vanished, or are being withheld from view.

Many people are not aware that Marcus Clarke who wrote 'For The Term Of His Natural Life', lived near Glenorchy. But most are aware that the ex bushranger, Martin Cash lived there.

I'm Running Away From Home

2007-02-05T23:28:00.000+11:00

Have you ever had one of THOSE days? I mean one of those REALLY and TRULY odd days when nothing seems to go right?

Mine started last night when I locked Mummy chook and her now half grown chickens in the hen house for the first time. I forgot the hen was part of the rooster's harem, that turned her off the chickens.

Still, I let Mummy hen out, with her "chicks". Mummy had forgotten them and took off to find where I left tid bits for her and her 'babies'. OK, I got the hen back into the henhouse after running as fast as her for half an hour. I think a bit of "mallee talk' finally got to her.

That left the chickens running loose. OK, I'd collect them tonight. So, on their own without Mummy, they dug heck out of my spinach.

Right --- I had a bit of work to do for the town so it was off to the watering hole to gather the things they needed to save the ecology. Everything went well till I got there.

They didn't tell me I had to go was the sinkhole!!!

So, up to my knees in slimy rotten mud the things which needed saving were saved then it was time to leave.

I was stuck. Hopelessly stuck and sinking. There was only one thing to do, crawl out.

I wonder if anyone else has ever had to crawl out of black mud? Like, it was partly under water but it was still mud!

I got out - the critters were saved but I was a black blob. Looking across at my little pure white dog, I saw a little pure black ball of black mud. Nooo!!! She was a MESS!! My Doggie!! The car!!!

We both headed for a bit of clean water, and it WAS a bit too! But enough to get most of the mud off!

The nose of the car was turned homewards and she purred like a kitten. Suddenly, a big dog ran in front of the car, I braked, and ... over went the half bucket of water and all the saved critters from the sinkhole.

Sooooo ... panic set in. There were prawns jumping, fish springing, water jumpers and you name it popping up from the floor like corks from champagne bottles.

Lovely..... just flamin'lovely! It took me ages to catch the darn things again plus clean the car!

Home at last, the shower went on and relief poured down.
I shampooed my hair five times before I could reach for the conditioner!

Had a bit of lunch after putting the water animals in the ecology pond, washed up then decided to have a nice foot bath to make sure all that mud was gone.

Oh yes, I'd pop it onto vibrate/bubbles and let the vibrations massage and really cleanse my tootsies and toe nails as I still felt kind of dirty.

So, in went a few drops of Lavender Bath Bubbles and in went the tootsies.

The hum of the foot bath was soft and hypnotic, the sensation of the foot bath was relaxing so got really comfy and dozed off a bit.

I roused as the water seemed to be getting warmer which was natural, so thought it could be changed to fresh water. When I opened my eyes I could only stare at the sight. There were bubbles almost up to my knees!

I grabbed a nearby camera and took the photo's you see there of my foot bath as the bubbles kept getting higher, and higher and higher till all I could see was bubbles!

Jumped out of that fast, pulled the cord out and emptied the darn thing thankful that I wasn't married and have a husband yelling at me for wetting the carpet!

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Evening came, do you think I could get those darn chickens back into the chicken house? No way!! I ran around trees, bushes, shrubs, over lawns, through the fernery and the darned things STILL wouldn't be fed in the chicken house because Mummy wasn't there!

So, I got Mummy, chucked her in the chicken house then quietly lured the chickens toward her. They reacted!! Whoopee!!!

But, Mummy was screaming her lungs out, she wanted to go back in with Daddy! So, round and round the chicken house I flew with chickens flying everywhere and the galah sitting there yelling " WHAT ARE YA DOING NOW!!"

I finally got them all and for the first time ever, they were all held by the feet!
The sqwarking and squarking caused every dog in the neighbourhood to go off on a barking spree.

So! There were neighbours screaming " LAY DOWN YA MONGREL!!" while the Galah was screeching " WHATTA YA DOING!!!", and the hen was screeching out of tune with the chickens screaming.

This set the rooster off. He started crowing his head off and screeching thinking his girlfriend and kids were in strife. He in turn set the other hens off, which, in turn set the ducks off, this set the budgerigahs off and they in turn set the Cockatiels off.

The noise comin from my place was deafening!! Then, my little girl Galah started screeching!

No, no ... this wasn't happening.

In the meantime, as it was the animals tea time, the two cats were hungry, so The Tid (my youngest) decided to try to purr around my legs.

How could he do that!! With all the noise around the place one would have thought he'd have shot up the nearest tree and caught a sparrow! But noooo .... so, I fell head over turkey over the cat!

He let out a squark and THEN decided to go up a tree! Cat's are stupid creatures at times. If only all cats were like my older boy. He's a thorough gentleman.

Well, I still had hold of the chook and chickens by the feet so up I got and headed for the hen house where they were gently placed in a dark place so I couldn't see them. This set a sitting Game Hen off on a screeching spree!

The rooster came at me then, he chased me around and around that large yard as if he was demented!! He squarked and carked all over the place while I used a bit of harsh talking back while on the run from the thing.

The ducks were visibly shaken, the hens were absolutely off their heads because they just stood and stared with not a squark out of them. The ducks also stared but ducks tend to use their quackers if things are not right so I threatened them with no water for a week if they didn't shut up.

Finally, FINALLY .... I got out of the place and leaned with my back against the fowl yard door. It was over ........

I looked down - no shoes.

I passed the Galah which was still talking like a mad thing as he always does when there's a bit of excitement, closed my eyes when he said " What DID you DO?",came inside and closed the door to the sound of the Galah chattering away and singing to himself. Fell over the cat again and knocked the standing fan over.

That scared the cat into trying to spring out the kitchen window which scared hell out of the Budgies again.

Hope And Experience

2007-02-04T22:00:00.000+11:00

Throughout life, man experiences.

At the moment of birth, the child cries from necessity that it's lungs are brought into full use, and if it doesn't cry, it is slapped until it does. It feels the pain, it cries - or screams, and all adults breathe a sigh of relief.

Sometimes, we, the little ones of God are permitted pain and suffering in order to cry out the breath of prayer in order that the lungs of our spirits may be excercised through prayer to gain fresh vigour.

The Cross did not offer a charming sight, but from the moment of The Saviour's baptism He took the cross upon His shoulders. In actual fact, He bore it for all His years on earth, His baptism I guess, confirmed His end.

In Him we have Hope, and through Him, we gain Experience for He gives us Hope and Experience.

It is painful, oh so terribly painful, for a person to live amongst viscious people, and for this reason many opt out to live a life alone.

This leaves me to ponder on the Life of Jesus while going about my daily chores.

For 33 and a half years, this Man of utter Holiness lived amongst men defiled with sin. He ate with them, walked with them, talked with them and chose to be friends with them. He experienced life and breathed the air just as we do. Walked and talked as we do, and sampled food as we do.

No man on this earth could have done what The Christ did for mankind, no man on this earth could have set the same example for mankind as did The Christ.

Did He know pain? Yes. He wept for Jerusalem. Only a person in pain weeps.

The spirit and the body are closely entwined. When the body feels pain, the spirit feels pain, and we weep, and pray.

Heh ... I am just a person of the bush, a "nature child" who is still entranced by things many take for granted. Grandoir living means naught to me, palaces mean nothing,(except if they are very very old, like, 1,000 - 1,500 years old and have deep dark secret tunnels which I can explore.)

Prayer Is Powerful.

2007-02-03T17:39:00.000+11:00

Today, I felt much better after having a good sleep. And, there was no bleeding during the night from ear or nose, so that was a great blessing.

Prayers are so powerfilled it boggles the mind.

So many people in this world miss out on God Himself when they don't rely on Him through prayer.
Prayer to me is like a little child tugging at Daddy's hand and telling him something is wrong. The child explains to Daddy what it is that ails it and Daddy understands then tries to mend it the best way he humanly can.

Prayers to God, to me, act on the same principle. We go to God and touch the hem of His Garments and tell Him what is wrong, He takes time to listen and being God, knows what is best for the child.

He looks inwardly at the child and sees the problem to the human body, then sees the deep cause - and takes it away and slowly, or quickly, the child is healed.

His Timing is perfect in every way.

I have seen parents praying for a child and have often wondered if the child itself has prayed or is relying on Mummy and Daddy's prayers to be answered.

My very first encounter with God was as a child through a silly little prayer. Little did I know that the prayer was a Covenant.

"Please God take away my pain and I will believe in You for the rest of my life".

That was the prayer I uttered when my appendix burst at age 7. Words which could only be thought for the pain was so intense, the sweating so heavy, the breathing so bad while in pain words could not be uttered.

The moment the prayer was thought, the pain was gone leaving me in so much shock at it's going I looked around for it and yelled out "Where did it go!!"

I don't know if I have blogged about Prayer before, if I have, it is of no matter.

God is a God of Justice, He is continually watching His Children, His Angels continually guarding. And, He is constantly listening to those who pray. He also knows what is going to happen to a person.

Not one prayer in this world goes unanswered. Maybe not to people's liking, but to God's purpose.

I have seen people blame God for misadventures, and heard people say the most terrible things about God. But, the main problem is that they do not know God. And one of the greatest blessings we can have is to know God.

God is accessible at any given time of the day or night to those who really Love Him. And one can only really Love Him if they really know Him.

To know Him IS to Love Him!

Often, alone with my little dog, I sit and watch the sun set with my Father in Heaven. And, I tell Him how beautiful it is and thank Him for the priviledge of allowing me to see it for like so many others, I could have been born blind.

I listen to the birds calling their night cries and scrambling for their sleep time roosts, and thank Him I can hear, for I could have been born deaf.

And I praise Him for these wondrous things. Praise leads the way to Prayer.

God is not an egotistical God - our prayers and praise from the heart show Him our true heart for Him.

And for those who love God, who Lean on Him, who rely on Him, who talk to Him, who reach out to Him because He is a part of their life and their very reason for being,
He responds to prayers like a magnet.

They say we must be God centred. I think we must be heart centred on God so much that we trust Him in whatever happens in our life to a point where we cannot live without Him.

Yesterday was not the God appointed time for me to meet my friend. I believe God has other plans where we will spend more time together than the time we would have had and we will have a ball!!.

God Moves Ahead.

2007-02-02T17:22:00.000+11:00

Once again I found God moves ahead in ways we cannot foresee.
Today, I should have been meeting one of my dearest and most cherished friends. Sadly, the journey was called off due to my BP being far too high, and Dr ordering another BP test at 2 p.m. today.

The BP test today showed my BP had only come down by 4 points. And during the night, my ear had started bleeding profusely. Not good.

The Sister at the Hospital ordered me to go home and rest immediately. Fearing I would be made to rest in one of their uncomfortable beds I took of like fork lightening from the Hospital.

So, am back to original remedies for HBP as well as medication. Of course my Dr would scoff at the original remedies but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Before I rested, I had to go to the Supermarket and felt prompted to buy bananas. I didn't really feel like them but it seemed as though I had to have them for some reason known only to my Father.

On my return home, I ate a banana, then craved another. It baffled me that I was so propted to buy bananas, so I went to my books and learned that those with a high potassium level are more unlikely to have a stroke than those with a low level.

That led me to the web where I googled in "bananas and high blood pressure" and found it said the same.

I now believe God takes care of us in ways and means we will never know and also, just how closely He knows our bodies. He also knows the cures to these things, the natural cures like honey, apple cider vinegar and water (2 tablespoons of ACV, 1 of honey) in a glass of water to be drank daily. Two to three times a day won't hurt if the BP is high. Tastes good too!

Garlic is another cure, odourless garlic capsules, or plain garlic. So, minced garlic is in my fridge and I will be making garlic bread, but with wholemeal and low cholesterol butter. Better to stink than to suffer.....!!

This BP rubbish will come down one way or the other, but I will obey God and take my medication plus the home remedies.

For a Bible study today I chose 2 Timothy 1 chapter 3.

I particularly like verse 16.

"All scripture is given by Inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness."

And this is where we find God's Love, in ....
doctrine.
reproof.
correction.
instruction in righteousness.

The Holy Spirit teaches, Father only reproves those whom He loves, He corrects us, and His Instructions of Righteousness are within the Bible.

These are powerful words to those who Love God.

Our Superb Bible.

2007-01-30T21:16:00.000+11:00

Often, the Bible amazes me. It is more than just a book. And, being inspired by our Father every little detail was seen to as He is the one who knows all.

The Bible itself is a message system not known by any other than the most diligent of schloars.

It is not simply 66 books penned by 40 authors over thousands of years.

The Jewish rabbis have a quaint way of expressing this very idea because they say that they will not understand the Scriptures until the Messiah comes. But when He comes, He will not only interpret each of the passages for us, He will interpret the very words, He will even interpret the very letters themselves and in fact, He will even interpret the spaces between the letters.

It is not until one reads, and rereads Matthew 5:17 and 18: that one begins to search for the answer.

"Think not that I have come to destroy the Torah and the prophets; I have not come to destroy but to fulfill.

For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled."

(A jot and tittle are the Hebrew equivalent of our dotting an i and the crossing of a t.)

An Example

A remarkable example of this can be seen in Genesis Chapter 5 where we have the genealogy of Adam through to Noah.

In our Bible, we read the Hebrew names. What do these names mean in English?

The Flood Judgment

Methuselah comes from muth, a word which means "death", and from shalach, which means to bring, or to send forth. The name Methuselah means, "his death shall bring".

Methuselah's father was given a prophecy of the coming Great Flood, and was apparently told that as long as his son was alive, the judgment of the flood would be withheld, but as soon as he died, the flood would be brought or sent forth.

And, indeed, the year that Methuselah died, the flood came.

Methuselah's long life, in effect, was a symbol of God's mercy in forestalling the coming judgment of the flood.

The Other Names

Adam's name means man.

Seth

Adam's son was named Seth, which means appointed. Eve said, "For God hath appointed me another seed instead of Abel, whom Cain slew."

Enosh

Seth's son was called Enosh, which means mortal, frail, or miserable. It is from the word anash, to be incurable, used of a wound, grief, woe, sickness, or wickedness.

It was in the days of Enosh that men began to defile the name of the Living God.5

Kenan

Enosh's son was named Kenan, which can mean sorrow, dirge, or elegy.

Balaam, looking down from the heights of Moab, uses a pun upon the name of the Kenites when he prophesies their destruction.

Mahalalel

Kenan's son was Mahalalel, from Mahalal which means blessed or praise; and El, the name for God. Thus, Mahalalel means the Blessed God. Often Hebrew names include El, the name of God, as Dan-i-el, "God is my Judge", etc;

Jared

Mahalalel's son was named Jared, from the verb yaradh, meaning shall come down.

Enoch

Jared's son was named Enoch, which means teaching, or commencement. He was the first of four generations of preachers. The earliest recorded prophecy was by Enoch, which deals with the Second Coming of Christ (and is quoted in the Book of Jude in the New Testament)

Enoch also, the seventh from Adam, prophesied of these, saying, "Behold, the Lord cometh with ten thousands of his saints,

To execute judgment upon all, and to convince all that are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have ungodly committed, and of all their hard speeches which ungodly sinners have spoken against."

Jude 14, 15

Methuselah

Enoch was the father of Methuselah, who we have already mentioned. Enoch walked with God after he begat Methuselah.8 Apparently, Enoch received the prophecy of the Great Flood, and was told that as long as his son was alive, the judgment of the flood would be withheld. The year that Methuselah died, the flood came.

Enoch, of course, never died, he was comonly known as being raptured.That's how Methuselah can be the oldest man in the Bible, yet he died before his father!

Lamech

Methuselah's son was named Lamech, a word still used today in our own English word, lament or lamentation. Lamech suggests despairing.

Noah

Lamech, is the father of Noah, which is derived from nacham, to bring relief or comfort, as Lamech himself explains in Genesis 5:29.

Now placing the names all together:
Hebrew
English

Adam
Man

Seth
Appointed

Enosh
Mortal

Kenan
Sorrow;

Mahalalel
The Blessed God

Jared
Shall come down

Enoch
Teaching

Methuselah
His death shall bring

Lamech
The Despairing

Noah
Rest, or comfort.

Remarkable?
Man (is) appointed mortal sorrow; (but) the Blessed God shall come down teaching (that) His death shall bring (the) despairing rest.

Yes, it is remarkable!

Scarey

2007-01-27T17:03:00.000+11:00

With a little male Fairy Wren trapped in my aviary there was only one thing to do before releasing it. Capture it on camera.

This was done from all angles, then, I noted I had two budgies out of the cage. Right, they had to go back into their Mummies so a littler spray of water did the trick and soon they were safely inside.

How did they get out?
Well, every nook and cranny was searched and at last the little bad place was found.
So, out came the hammer and nails and the minor repair was done, plus attention was given to a few other places.

In and out of the aviary door on the minute ..... soon, it was out of the aviary door and hammer and nails were replaced where they could be found another day.

Then, there was the little job of getting the Fairy Wren out. A net did the trick and soon, he was flying freely through the lovely trees.

I went back inside to lock everything up and see all baby budgies were safe, yep, all was well, then turned to leave the aviary then stood transfixed with shock and fright. Hanging from netting on the aviary roof was a 3 and a half foot long King Brown snake. And, it was right next to the door in the aviary.

How does one react to a situation like that? Well, I did the norm. I screamed then did the snake dance to find out where the bite was.

If an ant had bitten me at that time only God knows how intense the reaction would have been.

I think I stared at that snake for about 5 minutes unable to make a sound. How many times had I been within it's deadly reach? I couldn't have counted!

Then, it had to be checked to see how much life was in it. *ugh*

Suddenly, the aviary door seemed menancing so a long twig in the aviary was used to touch it's tail. It didn't move.

A few shudders went through me as I stared at the thing, then I noted a blow to it's body. How the heck?????!!

I looked at it's beady eyes. They looked dead. The body was examined by eye. It looked lifeless but I had found out not to be fooled by the look.

I touched the snake with the long twig again. It didn't move. There was not an ounce of life in it's body.

Very gingerly this time, I edged out the aviary door sideways. The snake was well and truly twisted in that white netting but the next step was to get the thing out!

That mean't cutting the netting and letting it drop.

Scissors duly got, the return to the aviary was slow, a long handled spade was also grabbed in case it showed life when it dropped.

Cutting it out was a nightmare. It was obvious it was dead but it was still a snake!

All the birds watched me in silence and I knew what had frightened them so much two had left the aviary.

Soon, the plop to the ground was heard. It didn't move. Lying there was one dead snake.

Now it had to be removed from the aviary....

I was so glad I remembered that long handled spade. And, the photo of the thing shows where I dropped it in the paddock - then fled.

This is quite a meal for the kookaburra's and ants.

Then, it was time to examine myself for ANY bites whatsoever!! Found none.

I cannot understand the blow to the body as my birds could not have done that - one can only assume God knew and went before me, or sent one of His Angels before me to deliver the mortal blow to one of the deadliest snakes on earth.

Praise God!!

Oh Brother ...

2007-01-26T01:42:00.000+11:00

Some people blog well; some people blog terribly; some people blog interestingly; some people can't blog at all;
I fall into the last category ....

But, today I was pm'd at Mordor for help once again, help I will give willingly if possible.

No, not as one of the mad mods .... this is another matter. The matter of two Australians in need.

So, this led me to my daily ponderings of how many times during a man/woman's life does he/she help another person in need.

God knows the sadness there is in this world, and if we can help just a jot it gives us so much pleasure knowing we have done something to lift a person's spirit.

I recall as a little child I always thought people who were drunk were very sick, and so, I would always guide them home to Mum and Dad. Drunk people were invited for Christmas Dinner compliments of your's truly.

The act was very honourable indeed, but in a house where no liquor was to be seen it was a tad out of place especially when they kept asking Dad where the "plonk" was kept and turning Mum's cupboards out looking for it. Mum's gentle reply to the question was always ... " we don't drink liquor in this house. I am a catholic."

Those words always seemed to act like a gunshot to them leaving the young me to ponder on how such a 'sick person' could leave a house so fast, especially at Christ-mas.

I have no idea whatsoever what Mum's being a catholic had to do with anything but those four little words were used by Mum to remove anyone she wasn't too sure of out the front gate.

I never cared about a person's status in life, to me, a soul was a soul and every person, no matter how earthly they had fallen, had a story behind the fall. My Catholic School Uniform and badges never scared the drunks, but those four words from Mum seemed to put the fear of God into them.

Lonely, saddened wretched people seem to drench this planet with their fears and tears. People who are human beings and often well educated are left to suffer and fend for themselves while the rest of the world keeps turning their backs.

And there but for the Grace of God go I and many other mortals.

This Australia Day it's a pity some don't think of the homeless and suffering Australians instead of sitting back drinking their champagne or wines and nibbling while on some "great" holiday for the long weekend.

Oh Boy.

2007-01-25T00:38:00.000+11:00

I love these words of Paul .......

Paul's Letter to the Philippians, Chapter 4

{4:8} Finally, brothers, whatever things are true, whatever things
are honorable, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure,
whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report; if
there is any virtue, and if there is any praise, think about these
things.

These words are so beautiful. I wonder how many stop to ponder on them? Paul tells us to THINK about these things, but often I wonder how many do.

I spent the day going through thousands of photos, burning many to disc and deleting them from my computer as they were taking up so much room on the Hard Drive.

While going through them I was amazed at some of the photos I found. All of God's Majesty in creation must have been in my computer. From birds to bees, from sunsets to dawns, they were all there. I even found the middle of the night.

But, these things, to me, are lovely and everything in them is of good report, pure, just, honourable, and virtuous,and more than praiseworthy, .... except the blurred ones which went out the PC chute.

It was also lovely to know I had freed 13 % of my hard drive. Paul would be proud of me.....

While sifting through the photos Paul's words came to mind over and over again amd set me off on my ponderings again.

God has created a magnificent planet for man to enjoy, yet so many refuse to enjoy the simple things in life and opt out for the expensive not realizing the best things in life are free.

I also gave a great deal of thought to what man really NEEDS in life.

(1) He needs God and His Son Jesus the Christ and he needs the Holy Spirit.
(2) He needs a roof over his head.
(3) He needs good health.
(4) He needs to eat healthy foods.
(5) He needs to drink.
(6) He needs to be clothed.
(7) He needs fresh air.

So, the sensible thing man does is to see to having these important things in life for his welfare.

But often it is to be wondered if man really appreciates those things which God gives him freely.

"whatever things are true, whatever things
are honorable, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure,
whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report; if
there is any virtue, and if there is any praise, think about these
things."

Starlight Starbright

2007-01-23T13:11:00.000+11:00

Wow that comet lit up the sky! After it had sunk on the horizon leaving an enormous
vacuum tail the sky hadn't looked so clear since I can't remember. I really thought I could see beyond the Milky Way into a land with more stars than can be imagined!

Here, there was not a cloud in the sky as it passed over low. There are More Photo's of it on the web.

It could be distinctly heard but as it began to sink in the southwest, there was a deathly silence over the land where I live with only a mopoke to break the silence.

The sky, to me, looked eerie following it's passing as it was so much clearer, and believe me, we have very clear skies and starry nights here!

There is something about this comet which bothers me ..... maybe it was just the viewing of something so spectacular in the heavens and there was nothing to bother me at all but prior to it's passing, the birds were all very, very quiet. It was as though they were waiting for something.

Life On The Land

2007-01-23T02:23:00.000+11:00

And, the young ewe was helped out of her predicament with no troubles and took off to join her mates very fast! It only mean't stretching the wire to allow her to get her head released. The wire was tight but able to be pulled aside. If it had stayed there, it would have soon been fly blown or very, very thirsty!

Poor litle thing was quite frightened when I approached quietly, but seemed grateful to be able to run free again.

These are young Merino sheep. They are lovely creatures.

On another note, the McNaught Comet has passed over Australia leaving us all in a bit of awe and wonder out this way as it was so bright! The stars here are always very bright, but after the comet passed they were even brighter! I think I could see into eternity after it passed leaving it's vapour trail for us all to gaze at in wonder.
It seemed so low too. Quite spectacular indeed!

For My Favorite Texan

2007-01-22T14:12:00.000+11:00

Found him eating in the bed of the dry lake again and thought of my Texan friend to whom I could send a DVD of Aussie videos.

He's quite a specimen of a Wallaby, so cute and didn't mind me being there in the least. Actually, I think he may be a bit of an extrovert red.

I feel so much closer to God in the country. In the city, I feel as though I am in man's world, not God's world.

Many people can have a type of spirituality in major cities in Australia, but here, in the country we can draw closer to God through those things which He has created.

Man makes pretty parks in cities, out here, the Park is made wholly and solely by God. And that's pretty special.

Still, that is only my opinion and certainly not the opinion of city folk.

I suppose we bush folk are a different breed.

And, another test.

2007-01-20T15:09:00.000+11:00

hmnnnn ... wonder how this wil come out .....
yep , it was raining lightly when this video was taken and I feel I must take advantage of the such lovely soaking rain.

This is my world - the city really holds no charms for me but is a nice place to visit ... with a friend ... then get out fast.

I think my daughter really turned me off the zitty. Everything is so fast there and while visiting her she zipped in and out traffic leaving me staring into space. Oddly enough, she was the one who had the panic attack when we parked. Maybe, when I was helping her out of it, I was still in shock.

The only way I could live in a city is on the outskirts where I could still have my few chooks, ducks, galahs and aviaries.

Maybe that way, I could also keep my sanity for I could never be 'of the world"

A big dog chased my Mummy hen today and scattered her baby chicks. The chicks were easily gathered up but Mummy was hard to find. Eventually, I heard her calling me down the back of the paddock. She was completely lost.

Now, I have two little hens sitting on eggs .... that find came as a bit of a shock. Oh well, not to worry, God gives us these little ones to love.

Another Test

2007-01-20T00:11:00.000+11:00

I do hope this works OK and you don't mind me chatting on it. That's what people who live alone do sometimes.

One thing I do not have is any fear. I don't think anything in the wild could really scare me unless it were a really starving lion or tiger and I was the only chance for it's meal.

Even so, I'd fight like a trooper to get away.

The only ones I sometimes fear are humans. Some, and I emphasise some, humans are the worst little item packages on the planet.
Often it annoys me when someone harms a child and I hear a person say "He/she is nothing but an animal."
No, no, an animal would never do what man does to man.

We are all humans born with the same ability within us to use our lives for kindness, and love. Very sadly, I do see this lacking so much today, so my escape from the human race is to stick with animals and wildlife, and of course, my camera and computer.

These little videos I took myself as I am getting used to various functions on the camera which is quite interesting.

While taking this video, I didn't realise I was sinking in the mud until I tried to walk out .... :eek:

A Test

2007-01-19T02:53:00.000+11:00

I am just doing a little test this time. Last night I went for a walk and found a Wallaby grazing in the dry billabong, so, decided to video him. He didn't do much, but it gave me a chance to get used to You tube. Please excuse me chatting which I'm videoing, I generally do things like that.

The video is short, and it was evening with rain overhead, (YAY!!!), and it teamed with rain after I took this.

Blackout

2007-01-17T12:10:00.000+11:00

Yesterday, in sweltering heat (over 44c here) the whole State of Victoria suffered a Power Blackout.
This can be read about HERE

Of course, the news centres on Melbourne with Melb being the capital city, but things were not pleasant here as this is where we really get the heat. But nobody publishes anything about this insignificant place

Our shops all closed down and we were without power for 3 - 4 hours.

I was shocked when everything just seemed to close down! The air conditioner and fans went off as did all the digital clocks. (I must stop setting those). Checking the fuses showed all was well so I phoned a friend after not being able to get through to the Power Authority as blackouts are quite comon here and was wondering how long, and which part of the mallee was affected.

My friend told me the whole State was out. I think it may be a first for the State, not too positive about that.

Melbourne must have seemed odd without traffic lights etc; bit many parts of the metropolis did not have to suffer the ength of time we had to suffer.

These kinds of things are good for us up here. Well, I can only speak of self in this case as I lived without electricity in Queensland for years.

There is a peace without electricity which is serene. Yes, there is the inconvenience, but there is also an intangible magic which seems to causes us to do things we would not otherwise do.

I pottered around on the front verandah. Then, sat at the outdoor garden setting to enjoy the solitude. Beside me was a nice long cool drink.

I laughed that evening when the power came back on though. I had gone out to capture some photo's and returned home to find that the only street lamp in the whole town working was the one outside my house!

It just goes to prove God protects!

Just Thinking Out Loud.

2007-01-15T20:40:00.000+11:00

The heat has been stifling today, but guess that is to be expected this time of the year. Unfortunately, heat also evaporates water.

People are learning to live with the drought, but it's not pretty in the country. Of the cities, I wouldn't have a clue but know Ballarat is hard pressed.

And, I won't be moving to Ballarat as my daughter feels I am closer to all conveniences here. In deep thought about the matter, what the heck has it got to do with her anyway?
Uhoh ... there goes my sinful thoughts again.

Still and all, I do look after myself very well here and would be no bother to anyone down there, but, will do as told and stay in the woop woops.

I have been watching the sunset with my little dog. It is a time I love so much, guess it always has been.

It was 'The Division' during creation. God divided and earth was given day, and night. And so it is a wonderful time for contemplation as sunset was utilised by God for the early Israelites. Their Sabbath began at sunset.

I have been thinking about the early Christians alot lately. Where did the church go wrong?
Today, we are so far removed from how they conducted themselves it becomes mind boggling.

Christian teenagers with tatoos, christian teeners worrying about their makeup and hairdo, jewellery and latest shoe fashions.

Christian married couples openly speaking about things which should be kept between husband and wife.

Christian teens wearing clothing which is too revealing. So, so different to the original Christians. I often wonder why the pastors do not spend more time preaching about the evils of today, and the snares of today which so many seem to be falling into.

I see so much pride today ....... too much I suppose.

It is good to be well groomed and immaculately clean, well dressed and nicely manicured - but somehow, I don't feel God likes to see women with faces plastered in makeup with their hair all braided, and with tatoos and earings sticking out of their eyebrows and noses. Seems to be a bit Jezabellish.

So .... I guess I must be old for these things to me, have ne'er been a part of my life, nor will they ever be.

I am musing in my blog tonight .................

Upgraded

2007-01-15T19:47:00.000+11:00

I have upgraded this blog so I hope all goes well here.

Videoing & Mordor

2007-01-13T22:09:00.000+11:00

Today I have spent alot of time taking videos. And, my time on Mordor is now over, I will log in only to answer pm's from the former PAD, and friends.

It was a hideous time and one best left behind me, but had a bit of a giggle when I played the rep game!!
That's something I have never done before!
In the lap of Exec I have left a suggestion which may, or may not be followed up on.

Mordor had it's beginning with lies told by the so called 'owner'. ( I would prefer to call him top manager.) so, it is only natural it should fall to the level it has fallen. Nothing good can come of anything evil.

It amazes me that the original co founder was ebanned with every post he ever made vanished forever.

But, it does not amaze me that there has been such a public torturing, humiliating and final death of the former PAD's role. I shudder to think of what pm's she may have received.

The fact is she is a beautiful person. She did nobody there any harm, but, the scream for POWER on Mordor is immense. One woman, a "pastor's wife", was badgering the people on an atheist site to have them vote for her.
(Possibly, her 'husband' sweeps the streets and has never entered a church in his life judging by her actions.)

I note Terry is back on staff. This is good as I believe she could fill the role aptly - IF she undertands liberals which is something I could never do!

My friendship with Terry had shaky beginnings, then, time strengthened it to a bond between two Sister's in Christ. We would email one another and share our grievances.

I was becoming fed up with being left alone to mod so many forums and it was obvious the catholics hated me because I had left their church and beliefs. And, at that time, the catho's were trying to take over the forum.

That came to a sticky end as Terry vowed it would, but little did I know the major role I played in it. Unfortunately, I just had the habit of hitting nails on the head! My rep power increased greatly!!

Things come up in Mod Forums which make one wonder if they think we are ALL a bit whacky or something. Mods aiming to please generally go along with the "I agree", or " I concur"

Not this one! If I disagreed, I spoke my disagreement with "I don't agree" which often sort of stopped the show while everyone was left staring at the thread and wondering why. Often, it could take them many hours of staring and refreshing before I had time to explain why.

Following my explanation, the whole thing went in a different direction of "I agree with ..." (me) while I was sitting in Australia laughing my head off at my imagination running riot.

Somewhere along the line, the owner/manager? ot Mordor used a bit of mind power to get staff to believe they were called to staff as a Ministry. And that they were called by God.

Now, where he got this idea from I don't have a clue as it is man/woman there who hires. Not God.

In fact I very much wonder if God even looks upon the place as God looks upon the heart of man and too many people become moderators due to pride of self, not to serve God in any manner.

I believe the very fact that the [S] for 'stupid' was beside their name gave them some kind of a perverted thrill.

Today we have the [M] = ( in my language) Mad

A = Advanced Madness.

I do note the [M] is a deep red colour whereas the [A] is a bright yellow (I think)
The colour coding must mean just how advanced the madness is in the person.

But, Mordor is all about ..... POWER.

This is a very interesting Blog to read!

The Blog is written by a former Admin of Mordor. I did know him and he was lovely to me.

This is
Another Blog well worth the read. I really don't know this person well and have only had interaction with him on a staff level after deleting one of his posts.

Tough Work!

2007-01-12T14:53:00.000+11:00

Had to repair the front verandah yesterday, white ants had got into 3 boards which had to be lifted and new ones go into their places.

My home is very, very old and has gone through various 'facelifts'. The front verandah lies beneath a bull nosed verandah roof, and is a verandah I love dearly due to it's early pioneer atmosphere with the floor to ceiling square glass paned windows and shutters.

The colour sceme of the exterior is one of my own choice this time and ultra feminine I guess. But, this is my home now and so guess I can do what I like

The house been photographed by people over and over again, and has been used as the design for a well known Australian cross stitch pattern and featured in books as such. One man too, a photograph, photographed the house then painted it in oils which is something I must do.

But even with it's charm, grace, and old time character with the cottage garden,and rambling roses, there is alot of maintenance to do. Unfortunately, I have to do this myself. (aaaaarghhhh)

Today, I had the task of mending the fernery which partly collapsed in shock after the last rain.

We redesigned the house to make it a big living area, with a large kitchen for casual living. I am thinking that now the large living area may need new carpet.

The house itself I call a cottage, but it is a huge cottage and the interior has inspired many who have seen it. Unfortunately, I am a clutterbug who has pretty ornaments, and table lamps everywhere forgetting these things have to be dusted ....
*erk* but, I do not like overhead lights at nightfall. I like a dim lights with a nice reading lamp.

I suppose I like 'asmosphere'.

One of the beauties of my home is the high ceiling in the living area, this allows for cool in our summer months. During winter, the large gas heater does the trick.

Many of my plants have died during the drought but the climbing roses were a show never to be forgotten, and they are still flowering.

The next task is to tackle the garden once again as climbing ivies can get out of hand. So much to do! Oh well, what's time?!!!

Email Trouble

2007-01-09T13:03:00.000+11:00

Having terrible trouble with my Incredimail simonetta account. It appears that emails are bouncing and should not. Please bear with me while I try to work this darn thing out?

Oh darn it,..... chucked the thing out of my computer and went back to Outlook Express.

The Fun Of It!

2007-01-07T22:51:00.000+11:00

Have been typing answers to pm's almost all day. And, this is a bad thing really as I could flatten the tips of the fingers.

2007 has not started well, then again, neither did 2006, 2005,2004,2003,2002,2001,or darn 2000.

But, being still part of a Mercy Team, I honour the vow taken, hence my little trip back to Mordor.

Inbetween the pm's, was able to fix up the Homepage which has been forced on all members and make it more presentable than it was!

This is the greatest problem, everything there is a gimic.

I don't feel like typing now and will perhaps make a better entry tomorrow.

With Sword In Hand.

2007-01-05T18:50:00.000+11:00

Today I was called to Mordor to peacemake. And, I believe it has been done to my, and God's satisfaction.

It took more courage than I thought possible, but when Staff leave over the appointment of a new PAD in anger and in spite, and who place her in a shocking position of being bombarded with questions, of having even her public name and photo displayed is, to me, an act of malice.

A Christian acts with Christlike Qualities. Why? Because they have been given to them by God. But I saw nothing Christlike there.

My heart ached for her.

Yes .... the Lord calls us to do many things at times. And by my going to Mordor, I see one person at least a little happier than she was yesterday.

I am there for her for I saw her being ravaged by the lions, some of whom have apologised now, but there are many to go ......

It will be interesting to see if they are Christlike!

Hey! I have broken the ice! I might go back to Mordor and play the games!!

Woohoo!!!

At least I will be there if anyone else is ever ravaged like that Darling Lady.

Watch for my name there red!!!

Do You Remember?

2007-01-04T21:18:00.000+11:00

I received this in my email today and had to share it. I remember alot!

Do You Remember When?
"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favourite fast food when you were growing up?"
"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow"
"C'mon, seriously dad, where did you eat?"
I explained, "It was a place called home. Your grandma cooked every day and when I got home from school, we sat down together at the dining room or kitchen table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I wasn't allowed to talk at the table or to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, or wore jeans, or set foot on a golf course, or travelled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years, they had something called a revolving charge card. This was only used at the store that had issued it.
My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 30 pounds, and it only had one speed (slow).
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 14. It was, of course, black and white. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger and a film which gave the screen a 'colour' look.
My family didn't have a car until I was 18. I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room. Pizzas were not delivered to our home, but milk was. All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost one penny a paper. I had to get up at 4.00 am every morning.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
Memories from a friend:
My Dad is cleaning-out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to "sprinkle" clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many of these do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor. Ignition switches on the dashboard. Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall. Real ice boxes. Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards. Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner. Using hand signals for cars without indicators.
Older Than Dirt Quiz: Count all the ones that you remember and not the ones you were told about. Ratings are at the bottom.
1. Sherbet 'Gob Stoppers'.
2. Penny ice blocks.
3. Lolly cigarettes.
4. Soft drink machines that dispensed glass bottles.
5. Coffee shops or snack bars with tableside juke boxes.
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with foil caps.
7. Party telephone lines.
8. Newsreels and cartoons before the movie.
9. Bread delivered by horse and cart.
10. Two mail deliveries on weekdays and once on Saturday.
11. Four digit telephone numbers.
12. Peashooters.
13. Fish and chips wrapped in newspaper.
14. 78 RPM records.
15. Dad and Dave.
16. Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever to remove ice cubes.
18. TV stations shutting down at 9.30 pm.
19. Blue flashbulbs.
20. Packards.
21. Steam trains as a mode of transport and not just tourist attractions.
22. Cork popguns.
23. Drive-ins.
24. Studebakers.
25. Washing machines with wringers and washtubs for rinsing.
If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young.
If you remembered 6-10 You are getting older.
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age.
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt.
I might be older than dirt but those memories are the best part of my life.
Senility Prayer:
"God grant me... the senility to forget the people I never liked, the good fortune to run into the ones that I do and the eyesight to tell the difference."

Daily Waffle

2007-01-03T16:16:00.000+11:00

Well, dug some of the pink spuds. There' a pic. They tasted good too!

And a pic of my little dog in my car. I only have to rattle the keys and she's in like a flash and up on the back ledge..... looking.... waiting to bark her orders.

That is her typical behaviour, she has the ideal "I Rule" attitude.
One can see she is a backseat driver.
I took the pic while driving out with her; just turned the camera backwards, snapped and hoped for the best. Oh yeah .... there she is .... checking the place out for strange dogs on the street or road.

She rules the house with an iron paw, greets everyone at the door, and last night bailed up a giant Labrador and held it in terror - then went off to greet all the kids she could round up causing me to miss a few good camera shots.

Each morn when I awake and yawn, there she is watching to make sure I open my eyes to get out of bed. If I don't, she pulls the bedding off - I grab it back, get under it = she tries to scratch me out.

Hey! The world COULD do without me for a day!

I dunno ... being a Mum is a full time job - to her.

She has been smacked for whipping my meat off my plate and eating it while my back is turned. Doesn't stop her. I'm still wondering where my Chicken Kiev went the other night. Oh well - it's her house, I belong to her and everything I own belongs to her ... I'm rotten at training an animal. Always have been.

Sooo .... the world can't do without me for a day. Today I put a new corner post in the Budgie cage as the other one rotted out. Thank God the other posts are OK.

The Cockatiels weren't too happy about me doing some work in there and did a bit of a sulk after I finished but they seem OK now they've checked out the new corner post.
I have to be the ideal human for them so they can copy and be ideal birds. So far they have been watching me very carefully - as carefully as I watch them.

I put them in with the galah one day and they screamed blue murder to be put back with the budgies so that took alot of extra work on my part.

My animals, I am beginning to think, are very spoilt.

In the garden mother hen and babies are having fun catching grubs and wandering about - and scratching everything up. But, that's why the world can't do without me for a day.

My world needs me.

Life sometimes looks tasteless but when one opens their eyes, I suppose it's OK if one is strong enough to get through the barbed wire fences.

Spuds Are Ready!

2007-01-02T12:37:00.000+11:00

My potatoes are ready for bandicooting. I dug this one for tea tonight as he was so big! No need to let it split by leaving it in the ground.

No doubt there are tons more there ready for bandicooting too. Woopeee!!!

Nothing is nicer than a freshly dug spud! ;D

Another Number

2007-01-01T11:05:00.000+11:00

Well, here we are in the year 2007. Strange, but it still feels as though it was 2006. Wonder why?

I did not watch any fireworks on TV last night (if they had any). Nobody phoned so decided to do something I have never done.

I visited ICQ Chat and chose over 50's because everyone knows when one is over 50 they are not really wanted.

They were ever so friendly except one who said he/she had no time for lazy Australians to which I answered "Australians have no time for lazy people either".

Then I had a nice green light flashing with the name of George on it.

I thought it rather strange and as there is only one way to find out I asked why the light was flashing and was told someone wanted to talk to me in private.

That was a pleasant surprise and I was ever so pleased as it was very lonely here and we were surrounded by storms so a bit scary too.

Then I couldn't clik the pretty green button to chat to my new friend. So I had to ask how I cliked the flashing button. So there were people in the world who thought me clueless. (doh)

A lovely lady told me to clik the green button twice, so I thanked her very much and clicked the green button twice and there I was in another part of ICQ where there was only one person!

This was very exciting!

He told me it was snowing where he lived, I told him it was very dry where I lived.

Then the darn power went off and I was left groping in the black black of the no electricity zone - re look up medievil times.

Bugga ......

Could This Be True?

2006-12-31T12:34:00.000+11:00

Amazing .....

Muslims Convert To Christianity

If this is the case, Islam is floundering.

On a happy note, it is cloudy today and light rain has fallen causing our temp to drop to something more fit for human beings.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh ... the sound of the pitter patter of rain on the roof was nothing short of a heavenly song sung by a myriad of angels.
And tomorrow will be the start of another New Year ....... time, what the heck is it??

What A Year!

2006-12-30T11:46:00.000+11:00

Peter Brocks was killed.
Steve Irwin was killed.
Mell Gibson's been playing up.
The Herald Sun donated unwanted pages of Warnie's retirement from the cricketing scene.
I forget how much of the State of Victoria has been burnt - no use me knowing now as the fire is still burning.
Irrepairable damage has been done to the wildlife in burnt out areas.
Water Restrictions have hit the place like I don't know what.
Sign posts have been warped by willy-willies.
A few of us (including me) have been lifted off our feet by willy-willies. ( baby dust hurricanes)
There are wide cracks in the earth up here which are 6 feet deep and widening.
And we are gripped in a drought which is supposed to be the worst on record.

OK, I don't go into the politics of things as I see things as they are living where do.

But in plain mallee talk. It's a barted mate! We're buggad!

Farmers are now holding their hay for stock they own as conditions worsten. On the bright side, some have been allowed to have a little bit of the water they have paid for.

One thing I cannot understand is, they increased the population by 50% and forgot to increase the dams! But, what happens if they increase the size of the dams? They can't keep blocking rivers!

So, if people want to migrate to Australia - bring your own water.

Drying Up Fast

The fact is, Australia is drying up fast!

Canberra apparently got hit by a deluge but that doesn't help us. It only puts more water in Lake Burley Griffin and in their dam.

If we were hit by a deluge we'd wonder what the hell it was! uhmmmmmm ... what does rain look like again?

People up here are not as happy go lucky as they used to be. They are starting to get a wee bit short tempered.

The actions of people are becoming strange. Like ... Farmer Joe lost his wife a year ago and had to have councelling and all that rot, now he's getting married and she's moving into the new house he built for his late wife. (Struth those councellors must have been good.)

Farmer Tom lost his wife - is still crying for her, tels everyone he has never got over it, and has had two girlfriends since she died.

One woman's husband had a bad stroke, he's in Hospital so she is selling all his possesions and pocketing the money while he's still alive to feed her gambling habit.

People are now also killing, kiling killing the wildlife! Why? Because they drink water!

Everything is simply crazy!! People seem to be going nutters!

The only topic is the drought and it's worstening effect.

Living alone through all of this is a bit scary. It's something I thought MIGHT happen, then dismissed it from my mind. Australia is a dry continent with periodic dry spells, but one could not envisage what is really happening as we face this dry spell.

Night after night, prowlers creep around while mangy foxes try to nick the fowls.
This means I will have to rebuy a rifle.

Last night I watched the stars and was astonished to see what appeared like millions of them fall to earth only to vanish leaving one bewildered.

I do not know what 2007 holds, all I know is people fear the worst for my country. Grasping at so called rain predictions ...

Well, one man said Australia would have so much rain by Christmas we wouldn't know what to do with it. I am still wondering where it is as the rain stays waaaaaaay up there and will not even think of touching the earth.

I believe God has turned His Back of Australia.

hmnnnn.....

2006-12-29T18:18:00.000+11:00

You are a Believer

You believe in God and your chosen religion.
Whether you're Christian, Muslim, Jewish, or Hindu..
Your convictions are strong and unwavering.
You think your religion is the one true way, for everyone.

What's Your Religious Philosophy?

Well now! Whadda ya know .....

This entry is positive proof of boredom.
Boredom? naaaaa ...... just didn't know what to blog!

Mallee Drought

2006-12-28T10:55:00.000+11:00

Last night I visited a farmer friend and just had fun with the animals.
It's a bit tough on the land at the moment and the cows in the photo, although they are eating out of a wheelbarrow are going to market soon.
If my farm had feed on it, some would be going out to my farm!!

The little pig I named "Babe", such a cutie!! New piglets are being born constantly and of course these are heading to the "you know where"
"Babe very nearly came home with me. The only reason she didn't is because she would grow to be a Large White, and I can't see a Large White pig running freely on my acre 'range' here. I think the neighbours might have something to say!

Little calf drinking from Mummy was a sure thing for me here - just what I need, pure fresh milk from the cow! Haven't tasted it for so long! Still .... I recall when I did taste it last it was very, very rich and made me feel a little sick.

Odd that as I was brought up drinking pure fresh milk from the cow. We used to buy it in the billy. Oh how I used to love watching the farmer dip the pint measurer into the big can and measure out the pints.

Today's milk has been stripped of most of the cream and really, what we buy in the shops and drink now is what milk farmers used to feed to the pigs once upon a time.

I had alot of laughs at the farm. The kids have been shooting the Kangaroos as they are in plague proportions around the place. The DRE have been microchipping the Kanga's, and of course the kangaroos which have been shot are fed to the dogs.
The dogs have also eaten the microchips ..... This leaves the DRE in a bit of a mess.
Farmers will only shoot X amount of Kanga's at present.

Farmers need the water more than kanga's in plague proportion. This is something the press won't publish. In fact, Melbournes Sun Herald has very little to say about the mallee! That's because the people refused to allow Bracks to place a toxic dump in the mallee. The one people he seems to dodge are mallee farmers because they say what they think in words which would make a Digger blush.

I'll give him credit for one thing, he had the guts to try.

The Melbourne Herald Sun also won't publish the fact that cracks in the ground here are widening and some are six feet deep and 90 centimeters across - and widening and deepening.

The Newspaper seems to concentrate on the southwest of Victoria and forgets the NORTHWEST!

The killing which is now going on is shocking. Magnificent Corella's are being shot by the score as they tear up the land - especially the cricket pitch.
They are also tearing up the other sporting venues, so that doesn't go down too well.

The Corella will also tear a house to pieces if it is hungry and so they have to be slaughtered.
It grieves me to see these magnificent birds shot.

Sheep which start to look poor are shot in the paddock and the sound of guns going off is common place here now as man fights for survival in a bad drought.

Dead foxes which once lined fences are now being shot and left to rot where they drop. All the foxes now have the mange and are a hideous sight. Farmers won't allow them near precious water and guards are placed on all waterways to shoot them on sight.

Some water channels stink something terrible!

If a farmer's dog swims in one, a person can't go near it for the stink and it is hunted away.

"Dead Holes" are being dug where all dead animals are thrown, these don't smell too good either. They are so scary. I know if a dead human were thrown in one they'd never be found as they are so deep. I'm glad there are none near me!

I don't know what they are doing to stop the water in the big dams for human consumption from stinking as it is now stagnant water. Water purifying pills I suppose. Who would know? Wthout something the water would be starting to contain all kinds of algae including Blue Green.

And Bracksy gets life saving things in for the immigrants because they can't speak english? Hey! In years gone by they weren't allowed to do their own thing iuntil they COULD speak English! Amazing that they can't speak English yet know all about our money system. He must be mad as it's a waste of money.

The gumtrees around here are starting to die. Enormous Olive Groves are hogging the water through a big channel which doesn't stink.

As things worsten, I can see something drastic happening around here before too long.

Strangers entering farmers land are now viewed with utmost suspicion and the dogs set loose. The dogs are trained to surround and they can be viscious. They are not released from surrounding the person until the farmer arrives. so, they are kept where they are until the farmer has spoken and the person escorted off the farm with the dogs beside them.

I have seen this happen and it is not a pretty sight. I shook with fear when I saw fun loving and happy dogs I play with suddenly turn into snarling visciously fanged creatures at the sight of a stranger.

Unfortunately, there are many people from cities touring just to view the ravage in drought stricken areas.
These people are a pest. They drag huge fancy caravans behind a four wheel drive thing, get lost and think they can just enter a property to find out where they are.

Well, sadly enough, they can't do that at the moment. If they get lost, they stay lost and should head to a Police Station to ask directions - or at least have good up to date maps and also bring their own water from the city with them.

The only answer they will get from the farmer is " You are on my property right now - get off."

Living in the area, I know all the farmers from here to yonks and know their first hand stories. And they are tragic. But, they will never give in .........

He Is Born

2006-12-25T09:46:00.000+11:00

It is now THE Day in Australia. Glory Be To The Father, And to The Son, And to the The Holy Spirit. In my subservience - amen.

Hark The Herald Angels Sing

Nobody knows the exact date of the Birth of The Saviour of the world. The Prince Of Peace. God carefully concealed the date from us. Perhaps so that no astrologers would be trying to ascertain His nature, and His "magic" numbers and all the rest.

But on this day, it is celebrated that HE WAS born by those who truly believe and who love Him. - and that is all that matters.

No other Name on earth is so recognised. No other Man on earth had such an impact to the world as Jesus of Nazareth. Although His Name is Immanuel,we have all come to know and recognise the Name of Jesus as one to look up to, and admire. To Honour above all other Names on earth.

Wars have been stopped on this Day and a day's armistice held because of His Name - and His Birth.

The world stops today on this day because a Child was born. A Child who was destined to die a terrible death for each, and every man, woman and child, of every nation on earth.

To host the embryo of the Holy Child, a woman had to be chosen. A woman never touched by man. A woman devoted to God, a humble, kind and loving child of God.

And she too was born just as he, and for purpose. To one day in her future carry within her womb the King of Kings and give birth to Him in whatever circumstances God chose. And due to the times, a man had to be born who would one day be an earthly father to the Holy Child.

Mary and Joseph. Poor and humble, carried the huge responsibility given by the Almighty God.

Together, they were to face the trial of fleeing to Egypt with the Child of Children to evade the enemy and save His Life.

Mary was alone with God when she conceived the Holy Child. She was alone when she watched him die - the only difference was, she had company at His death.

And throughout the ages, knees have bent towards God in Grace due to the birth of this Baby of Babies. Mary's name has been spoken by trillions due to the fact that she was so blessed to be chosen.

Billions of words have been written about Him, Billions of times His Name has been mentioned on earth since His birth and death. Countless numbers of times.

He has been misunderstood, maligned, laughed at, reduced to a mere prophet, worshipped and adored by various people for two thousand years, and if God permits the earth to continue, it will go on.

No other man on earth was ever born as famous as the Christ became.

A humble man. Trade? Carpenter today I suppose. What do carpenters do? They build a house for people to live in. They CREATE.

And He built a house on earth (CREATED). A house no man could touch. He built the Temple of Temples out of living, beating hearts. A mighty chain of people stretched from one side of the earth to the other. A temple which coud never be destroyed by mankind and his wars.

This Temple has survived for 2,000 years while all hearts beat together in rythm, and in Praise and worship to Almighty God through belief in Jesus The Christ.

In the Tabernacle of this massive Temple lies the Foundation Stone. Jesus Christ of Nazareth, born of Mary.

His apprentices were few, but what they accomplished was massive. Only for a time it was to be the House of Israel, God'chosen People. God wanted all of Mankind, Jew and Gentile. Through Jesus, we were grafted into the Vine of the Chosen People, and all who believed, and were to be honest in their belief, became God's Chosen People.

As part of the body of the Temple where Jesus is the Head Priest, and the Cornerstone, we walk hand in hand from every nation and colour in the world as brothers and sisters in the Temple of Christ.

Man can build his massive temples out of gold and precious jewels if he wishes. Thieves can rob and destroy it. He can build it wherever he is permitted. It is only built of clay and dust and will one day fall into ruins.

But the Temple built by Jesus the Christ, born of Mary can never be destroyed. THey can take the lives of members of the Temple - but God owns their spirits and souls. And, words uttered by those whose lives have been taken echo on in the minds of all believers just the same as those written down by Paul.

Forgive my cynicism but I do not like any flms being make about the Nativity as these are made for greed and selfish ambition.

The Nativity is known to us all and is one we should keep in our hearts without going to watch a film about it. A movie made for greed and profit no matter how good or bad the film is.

I also do not like the word Christmas as it comes down from the word Christ mass. Mass is a catholic word meaning "sacrifice".
We do not celebrate the death of Christ on this day. We celebrate His BIRTH.

hmnnnnnn .... maybe I will never use the word Christ mas again .....

He Came - He Saw - He Spoke - He died - He Conquored.

GLORY TO THE NEWBORN KING. THE SON OF GOD!!!

Dance On

2006-12-24T09:19:00.000+11:00

Today is Christ-mas eve in Australia. Right at this very second it is Christ-mas Eve.
How did it get here so fast?

All the houses are lit up; the next door neighbour even put all the batteries in my tree so the doors of the tree can fly open to show Santa Rocking Around The Clock and the stage lights flashing while he sings some crazy outlandish Chrissy songs every ten minutes. Oh yeah,yeah,yeah.

That's the kid in me. The kid I won't allow to die. Why should I?

My foot is as itchy as heck. First time I've had such an itchy foot for Chrissy. That makes a change for me.

One memory Chrissy stirs up for me was one in Queensland.

Constantly we were plagued by huge ugly cane toads coming from the farm dam. The only way to get rid of them was to put salt on their backs, so, I out with the Saxa
and was about to wham the salt on it to make it head back to the dam fast to wash it off when my daughter stopped me. This was something I had never done before, but being night time ..... she cried out ...

"Oh Mum! It's Christ-mas!!!! You CAN'T DO THAT AT CHRIST-MAS!", then there was the almost tears.

I stared at her in shock. She wanted me to have an ugly CANE TOAD as a Chrissy guest?!

"It's going." I said defiantly, " I don't want an ugly cane toad sitting on the doorstep for Chrissy.

"How COULD you be so cruel!!!" the tears started flowing.

"But it will only make it go to the dam in a hurry to get the salt off!" It was a pleading note.

"But it hurts them!"

"It hurts me even more looking at it." came the snap.

We looked one another in the eyes over the back of the ugly looking thing which refused to budge even though I know it could see the salt.

"NOOO!!!" she cried. "It's got a beauty all of it's own!"

I stared down at the huge thing. There was no doubt about it, it was the ugliest thing I'd seen, no beauty to be found.

"Where?" question was over and done with.

"There!" she pointed at it. I stared at the toad. One minutes silence was held during the staring. Nope. Couldn't see a thing.

"Can't you SEE it?" the dismal voice made me feel a criminal. Quickly I hid the salt behind my back so the toad couldn't see it.

"No ... not really."

"Open your eyes Mum! Look at the charm, look at the grace! Look at the eyes, look at the face!"

"I looked."

"Not hard enough! Look again! Look at the child within the toad!"

I started to wonder if she needed me to councel her about something, it was obvious the child had an enormous problem.

"Have you been eating those mushrooms growing near the Ironbark trees again?"

"They died ages ago Mumsy Dear."

" They can leave you with a funny mind."

"My mind is NOT FUNNY!"

" Neither is that cane toad. It's not gonna turn into a Prince for you. It's getting salt."

With that she let out a scream which echoed through the gumtrees, knocked the min-min lights off the paddocks, lifted the roof an inch, and almost caused the door to slam shut.

"Struth!!" I looked at her wide eyed with hair standing on end. "Don't do that! You'll wake the goanna's!!"

Two tame possums decided to watch the pantomine and sat on the patio watching. It was obvious she had scared them witless. Their eyes were bigger.

"WELL DON'T PUT SALT ON THE TOADS BACK ON CHRIST-MAS EVE!!!"

I stepped back from the screaming, the eardrums were still knocking together from the big one and somehow had acquired cymbols.

"All this fuss over a cane toad?" it came out as a whisper, it was the shock of the big scream.

"It's Christ-mas!!"

"It's a toad!"

"IT'S CHRIST-MAS!!!"

" IT'S A CANE TOAD!"

"You're cruel."

"You're mad."

"You're horrible."

"You're as bad."

"Let it stay?"

"Get outta my way!"

"It's not a sinner!"

"It's not invited to Dinner!"

It was a fast canversation.

The toad sat at our feet and did nothing while we exchanged these few words. The salt was still behind my back.

Suddenly, the little verbal exchange stopped as we stared at one another defiantly, like two hens about to have one big fight.

"If ... you ... dare .. to ....hurt .. that ...toad ....." Her eyes were flashing. I could almost feel the hot air running down my back and the warm blood flowing from me as they narrowed.

" ..... I will never speak to you again as long as I live! So there!"

There was no doubt about it. I was a rotten mother. I had a daughter who needed phsychiatric treatment. Maybe a few needles to calm her and a blood transfusion to get the stink of the funny mushrooms out of her blood. Maybe I needed instructions on how not to let my daughter become a nut case while I was about it.

"Have you been smoking anything down by the creek?"

" I would NEVER smoke ANYTHING!!!" ... snap, took two seconds.

"hmnnnnnnn." I looked at her thoughtfully. The cane toad moved. I let out the biggest scream ever heard .. it was better than hers, the roof lifted 2 inches.

"Don't DO that! You'll frighten it!!" she yelled.

" You did!! It wasn't moving when you did!!"

Sonny was standing nearby, we had forgotten him during the exchange. He had lost his two front teeth and everything came out as a lisp. Suddenly he spoke.

"Ith a fwog! Get the car an squath it!!"

We both looked at him. It was a boy's natural response. My daughters attention was held by thoughts of what name to call him this time. She walked towards him. I knew he could defend himself. I had taught him.

While she wasn't looking I quickly poured salt on the ugly things back.

The reaction was one I hadn't expected. The toad jumped sky high,tried to scratch it's back ,did a few spins in mid air, landed at daughters feet, she screamed again and ran in circles, sonny ran around a few gumtrees, I stared, the toad zoomed into the air again, hopped about frantically, zoomed up a tree, fell on the ground, zoomed into the air again, turned three circles and was never seen again.

Absolute silence. The kids ran to me.

"What happened to it Mumsy?" daughter was holding onto me tightly. So was sonny.

"Well I'll be darned! I think it ate some funny mushrooms!" was all I could think of saying.

Silence.

"Well, I think it's alright now." she would have sounded happy if the baffled tone hadn't been in her voice.

"I know!!" cried Sonny happily " Ith went to meet Thanta!!

Daughter smiled at me. THAT was the answer! I smiled at her.

"Sorry Mumsy." her arms went around me.

"Sorry Honsey." my arms went around her.

And somewhere in the depths of the big dam, an ugly cane toad was desperately allowing the water to soak salt from it's back ......

Darn it! Why am I such a sinner! It can be such a let down at times! Then again ... come to think of it .... it would be pretty boring being perfect.

;D

Waspy

2006-12-23T22:38:00.000+11:00

I really don't know what to blog today except I think have been bitten by a darn wasp!
There are so many wasps avout during thus time it's unreal!

So ...... have had ice on my foot and been resting it.

How did it happen?

Righty oh ..... I was taking the gold fish from one of the big ponds to place them into a smaller pond due to the water shortage.

I saw the bees there, but bees don't seen to be interested in me. But didn't see the wasps.

Suddenly, the sting in my foot yeeeow!!!

At First, I checked for snakebite, but it appeared to be only one bite and not from the fangs of a snake.

Then I had to get inside fast! My foot seemed to be on fire!

Got inside and waited for the wound to really appear to check for snake bite again - nope. One bite - grab a packet of frozen peas and apply.

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The pain started to go, but the foot swelled. It took awhile for the pain to leave too.

I'm not positive it was a wasp as I didn't see whatever it was that bit me.

Soooo, that's been the day for me.

Assumpted Please Father?

2006-12-22T19:22:00.000+11:00

Why do people assume things?

I recall when first attending the catholic school being told that the 'Assumption of the blessed Mary' would be coming up. Having never learned about Mary as a child, I thought they meant that Mary had assumed things and hence the name.

Trying to work this 'assumption' out was a heavy burden on a child. "Mary was an assumptor??" O.K. she must have assumed things because she could not have assumpted as there was no such word.

How could Mary have "assumed"? What did she "assume"? If she hadn't assumed what did she assumpt?

I could not find the word "assumpt" in Mum's Dictionary and was at a loss.

It fair gave me a headache trying to work this dilema out.

Then I learned from one of the girls at school she was "assumpted" into Heaven. This was mind boggling for a kid.

How the heck??????!! What were they talking about?!!

I let my mind drift into a state of semi awareness whenever it was mentioned. That means I switched it off.

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I had to assume in order to find out what "assumpt" mean't.

The Nuns were always too busy to bother with this "pagan from the hills of Victoria" so very timidly I knocked on the door of the place where the priests lived and was invited inside.

I'll swear I was in a funny monastry? No,no .... there was a difference. It was sort of like a "housey monastry". No, even that doesn't make sense.
Well, you could sort of tell there was no wife there and never had been.

I stared around at the beige walls, here and there dotted with a picture of Mary, or one of the saints, and of course the inevitable crucifix and was wondering why, everywhere I looked there was a crucifix in catholic churches and houses - except Mum and Dad's when a priest frightened hell out of me by tapping me on the shoulder.

"Can I help you?" he was smiling, I was shaking.

"Y-y-y-y-yes ..... I-I-I .... th-th-think ...... s-s-s-s-so."

"Come in here." he beckoned.

He led me to a well furnished room. The first thing I noted was the wine on a sideboard as it was the first thing he headed for.

He bade me to be seated in a huge winged back chair. Somehow, I felt like a wee little thing in it. He sat himself opposite,made himself comfortable, had a sip of wine, crossed his legs and just seemed to keep smiling at me while I stared wide eyed at the wine.

Frankly, I was shocked! Wine nor beer had never been in our home and somehow it seemed odd that this man who 'trod on holy ground' on the altar and said Mass was drinking the stuff!

He had another sip. I watched in horror. A man was drinking booze in front of me!
Wait'll I tell Mum!!

"Your question Dear?" the words were directed at me. I was a little put out being called "Dear" by a drunk!!

Wait'll I tell Dad!!

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I stared at him, then the wine. He started to give a chuckle. "Oh I see! Your parents do not have a glass of sherry! Very well then, I will finish this and no more."

"Thankyou." The word was a bit squeaky but he understood it.

He gulped the lot down. I stared at him. He wasn't at Mass!! What was wrong with this man of God? Poor drunks .... they did become addicted and really couldn't help themselves.

"Now, you wanted to ask me something?" he seemed quite at ease. I wasn't so sure. After all, the man was a drunk ..... still, I would ask and get it over with.

"What does assumpted mean"

"Assumpted?" he looked at me quite puzzled.

"Yes, Mary was assumpted into heaven, what does that mean please?"

" Oh! You mean the Assumption of the Blessed Mary Ever Virgin!"

" No, I mean assumpted."

He looked at me quite baffled. It was obvious the wine had gone to his head poor soul.

"er .. there is no assumpted. Mary went to heaven and we call it the "Assumption Of The Blessed Mary Ever Virgin."

I stared at him, he stared at me. I blinked, he blinked. He uncrossed his legs and shifted in his seat, I sat still, it's the way I had been brought up. I spoke

"That doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense my child?"

Suddenly he was a priest. A drunk one at that.

"For an Assumption to take place there must be the words assumpt and assumpted , for example; you will assumpt here, you will be assumpted there, the assumption has taken place."

He stared at me, then started to laugh. "You know, that sounds quite funny!"

It was then I was positive he was drunk.

I wasn't laughing.

"No my child,please place such silly thoughts out of your young head. The Assumption Of The Blessed Mary Ever Virgin always has and always will be according to the church."

"But when did she assumpt and what did she assumpt about?"

"Assumption means AROSE. Mary did not assumpt!" he then burst into hysterics of laughter. I glanced around the room, picked up my school hat and was about to grab my briefcase and make a run for it when he stopped laughing.

He looked at my wide eyed expression of fear not knowing I was terrified of being in a room with a drunk. Mum and Dad had instilled it into me!

"It-it's quite alright!" he said between fits of laughter.

I kept staring at him - he was as looney as they come and a drunk off the altar!

Soon he composed himself and went into the most boring, lengthy details of "The Assumption."

When he finished, I said " No, something is wrong. If there are no accompanying words Mary could not have been assumpted, er - assumptioned - er .... whatever it was."

He went to the wine again and I knew that after a second glass this man would be staggering all over the place! I had to get out of there!

"Thankyou Father! God bless you!"

He grabbed me as I was opening the huge wooden door.

"Not so fast young lady. You must understand this!"

" I think I do." came the swift reply, " Mary was assumpted into heaven and it's called the "assumption" because the church assumes she was assumpted"

He smiled down at me kindly and said " You may go now, God bless you my child."

"God bless you too Father and I'll pray for you for being a drunk."

I left him standing there looking as though he was in shock.

To this day I'm wondering if those fast words were not the truth because I never did find out.

It Is Over

2006-12-21T14:34:00.000+11:00

Above is a photo of the lagoon where I photographed majestic, and exotic wildlife. Overlaying it is the smoke from the bushfires in Gippsland.

This is where I also photographed fish fins and watched the fish at play. It was also where I caught Mickey The Fin.

It is also where I photographed little ducks asleep on flowering water lilies and also where the last fish alive was bludgeoned to death by kids.

Is is over now until heavy, teaming rains hit the area. And these seem but a dream

Photographed here was: The Royal Spoonbill, The Strawnecked Ibis, The Yellow Billed Spoonbill, The Giant Egret, The Sacred Ibis, and many, many more.

I haven't identified one photographed.

These have all left of course.

Now, the Sacred Ibis is still around but spends more time cleaning the mud off itself than doing anything worthwhile!

The pelicans are always cleaning mud off themselves!

Although this is only a lagoon, the loss of a lake in a town means a slow death to business houses, and sooner or later, the people move out.

I have been told to stay here and not move to Ballarat due to the lack of water there. Lovely, I stay here and slowly fry. gahhhhhhh .... whatta life!

Back to Narnia!

New Babies!!

2006-12-20T13:27:00.000+11:00

This morning I awoke to new life! Little babies have been born!!

Above is a photo of the proud Mum and her bubbies. Of course you can see Little Mickey there and also Redraider!

hmnnnnn ... just wondering if I should call one a nick from LOTR ....

If there is a picky one there and it's a girl .... everyone should be able to guess what the name will be .... ;D

Kids Things

2006-12-19T14:48:00.000+11:00

I remember as a little girl, six years old, I used to have an enormous rainbow trout as a friend.

The fish I found was trapped in a deep hole beneath a fallen Mountain Ash.

Our first encounter was a bit of a shocker.

I used to love to lay on the dead tree and read a book. The shock came when a huge fish nibbled my fingers which were dangling in the creek making me fall into the little Yarra. This made me cry because my book got wet.

Nobody knew the huge fish was there and daily I began to feed him lovely fat worms.
I also named him Slippery Ping Pong.

It was also a joy to know he was a bit partial to a bit of bread.

Slippery and I became great friends and daily he would come to my hand and swim around it gently nibbling my fingers and allow me to stroke him.

Often, the sun would cause me to fall asleep on the big old tree and I would always allow my hand to fall into the water just so I could stroke Slippery while drifting to sleep.

I never told anybody about him as I knew how prized he would be on the tea table.

One day Dad arrived inside very excited. He had seen the BIGGEST fish he'd ever seen in the creek by the fallen tree.

My Uncle also heard about the enormous rainbow trout. My Slippery.

Soon, the fishing lines were in place to catch him and the contest between Dad and my Uncle began. Who would catch him first?

And half an hour after they were set, I would go down and take the lines out of the water, give Slippery a big meal and forget the fishing lines.

Dad and my Uncle were mystified. And in their minds, the fish seemed to grow bigger and bigger.

In went the fishing lines ... out went the fishing lines, it seemed to them that a wood nymph was playing tricks ... or, the fish was human and kept throwing the lines out.

They had no idea I could go into the water and actually HOLD the fish they coveted.

The game with my Dad and Uncle was making me quite happy, but they were getting a bit upset about this "monster" and whatever was happening to their fishing lines.

I had visions of Slippery flaked and baked in Mum's oven and completely stuffed.

So I had an enormous task to do. At all costs, my Dad and Uncle had to be watched.

At night they would silently creep to the big hole with me trailing, hiding behind trees so they wouldn't see me. I had to be like a little mouse.

By the time I had turned eight, floods had come and gone down the Little Yarra creek, but Slippery had remained.

To him, I could chat about anything. And not a soul knew my association with him.

Dad and my Uncle were still trying to catch him, and I was still saving him.

After two years, Dad was ready to "let the poor bugga live. After all, he'd earned it!"
But not my Uncle. So, the two started all over again - and so did I.

Slippery was fed on the most delectable morsels a fish could eat! He ate out of my hand and together we would have a little swim, I could swim by the age of eight of course!

There was one difference to Dad and my Uncles steps as they went to set their lines. They were slower, and their whispers more sort of, dejected.

By the time I was nine, Slippery and I were the best of mates naturally! I had known him for three years! It had been a long friendship to a little girl!

Together, we had other bushland friends. Little birds would come down and fly around us and the platypuses of course.

But Dad and my Uncle began to become intent on getting Slippery.

I had turned ten when they both decided to blow up the big hole in order to stun him and grab him. There was no doubt about it though, he was huge and very fat.

Dad came home with a tin of something and hid it. It was a beautiful tin! Very, very pretty. I had no idea what was in it but found it of course!

I opened it expecting coloured pencils, but nope ... something very plain looking....

Soon Dad came screaming into the house. "WHO TOUCHED THAT TIN!!"

For Dad to be so upset was something very unusual. Nothing bothered Dad. But the movement of the tim had left him white and shaking.

I owned up of course, next thing, I got the biggest lecture I have ever had. The tin was filled with detonators.

One was going to be used to blow up the big hole and grab my fish! Instead, my playing with them could have blown me up!

The big hole and Slippery Ping Pong lived.

When I turned 11, Slippery was still living happily in his deep hole - and it was time for me to say goodbye to him. We were moving to Tasmania to live.

That was the saddest goodbye ever. Dad came to see what I was crying about and caught me playing with Slippery. Suddenly, everything fell into place and he laughed, but, I did get another lecture about the detonators.

From time to time I think about Slippery and all the fun we had. I realy had no idea a Rainbow Trout would live that long!

Wonder if he is still there?

Mud Glorious Mud.

2006-12-18T16:35:00.000+11:00

In deep sadness I announce the death of Mickey The Fin who passed away quietly in his sleep last night.

Above is a photo of the majestic Mickey The Fin as he threshed in the shallow water for his life. Having no net, I caught him with my bare hands and arms.

Even in his threshings there was a majestic quality about him which had to be photographed.

His beauty was supreme even if he was just a common European Carp. He was still a life.

Stranded, the tail and fins lashed out at the world as though in defiance at the cruelty of a never ending sunny day. Of nature at it's most savage in Australia.

The mallee is now a land for the survival of the fittest as hot breezes accompanied by the glaring force of a merciless sun beats down upon a helpless land.

And out there, somewhere, there are many other Mickey The Fins wallowing out their last hours in mud.

As we look towards where Lakes have been, we see a shimmer of water and slow down .... no .... it is just a mirage. The lakes cannot be full again until the Rain Angels open the gates of heaven and allow precious water to fall.

Water birds are leaving the areas now - the exotic, and the common, as daily water levels fall by evaporation from the heat.

In Gippland Victoria, the toll on wildlife through bush fire has been horrendous.

And so, the Land of the Southern Cross lies in wait for the blessing of .... rain.

On close inspection it was seen that Micky the Fin had suffered some kind of blows to his little body. He was one of the unfortunate. He was born a carp.

Mickey The Fin's Funeral Music Prior To The Service.
Please imagine him swimming freely in the lagoon when you clik on his music.

Mickey's Eulogy .....

Mickey the Fin loved his mud. He ate it, slept in it and drank it. Played with his mates in it and tickled the feet of wading birds in it.

He knew no sin but lived according to the manner God bade him to live.

He lived a sinless, quality life in a lagoon with his friends.

He did no harm to others and certainly did no harm to me.

And so I say .....

Rest In Peace Mickey The Fin. You were a beautiful fish.

Mickey The Fin's Funeral March

Mickey The Fin

2006-12-17T17:59:00.000+11:00

Oh what a day! I have been busy catching live fish from a lagoon which is drying out in order to save their lives. They were flapping around in shallow muddy water.

One photo is of the fish scales of the BIGGEST fish I have EVER caught. And the other is of the same fish which is quite at home for the time being in a bath of water in the paddock.

To gaze upon the beauty of such a huge fish is out of this world!

To catch it was another matter ......

Yes, I fell over in the deep mud many times as this monster tried to find a way of escape for it's life, but it didn't know I was the only means of it's escape.

The name of the big fish was going to be Moby, but then I thought Mickey The Fin would be a far better name for it. It sort of reminded me of a Michael I know of in Mildura.

It measures just over two feet in length and will soon be in deeper water to enable it to swim around and eat whatever things fish eat.

When I did the test of patience in photographing fish fins arise from deep water, I had no idea God would allow me to actually HAVE one to photograph even if it did put up a fight!!!

The camera will be snapping happily.

At present he is very quiet and happily laying in his bath of water. He does look a bit like a shark, but he does have a sort of a yellow underside so I think it's a Yellow Belly.

Other fish were Redfin, these I quickly placed into a lake. But the monster Mickey The Fin, I could not part with until he is well and truly photographed!

Coming home with a monster fish in the boot of the car and covered in mud plus sitting on Newspapers was something a bit different!

Killer Kids

2006-12-16T16:08:00.000+11:00

Too many teenagers and children of today have a cruel streak in them which seems to yearn for attention.

In Australia, the Police hunt is on for Teenage Arsonists who have killed a man by lighting fires of destruction.

It would be so nice if they were given a good whipping when found plus a long gaol sentence, but unfortunately the do gooders could cry about the whipping.

Where I live, bored young people are having a great time clubbing distressed wildlife to death.

I managed to catch two on camera today as they were beginning to club an injured wallaby to death. The wallaby is now with the Vet. The young people are still with the Police. Ages - 10 and 11 with a 13 year old watching and laughing.

He isn't laughing anymore, in fact, he's howling his eyes out.

Why do kids do it? Is it boredom or is it just some inbuilt mechanism which tells them to destroy?

Yesterday they had great fun spearing fish in lagoon. It was "Just for fun".

I'm beginning to think people are rearing a generation of brats!

With The Hellect ...er sorry ... the elect......

2006-12-15T09:50:00.000+11:00

The first thing that struck me on becoming a mod was my eyes were opened to a completely new forum which was directly below a chatbox.

At first, I was terrified to venture into the hidden quarters of the Hellect. But it was the only way I could get to the training area.

Still, I stared at it for half an hour before daring venture in.

Right next to my name was the big "S" for stupid so I thought if all the other 'Stupids' could go in there, I could too.

(The "S" actually meant Staff, MY name for it was Stupid)

Very timidly I entered, only to find I was the last new mod to do so, therefore I was the last new mod to be welcomed.

The welcome was very nice. Everyone said " Fresh Meat!" and " More victims!" and gave us cyber medical supplies and many "mwuuuahahahahahahaha's" which was rather nice too. I noted the absence of cake and drinks though.

It took a long time to get through that welcome thread as others had made themselves at home straight away laughing at all the bandages and medical supplies. I wasn't so sure of myself ....... there was an atmosphere about that forum which put me on guard.

In another thread we were bade to put out piccies up for all the Hellect to see. That took me a day to decide. The only recent one I had was one which was had been taken when I had been shopping and thoroughly worn out!

In a little nook there it was, the "Prayer room for the Elect. Yes, it was named "for the elect".

I wondered about that for half an hour, did these people and the owners REALLY think all the mods there were the 'elect'?! Then started to giggle. This one was a shy little duck. I would never go near that place. I saw myself as no elect.

Then to the training thread. Oh wonder of wonders!

"This is where you use your tools blah, blah," But ... they never told us HOW to use them!

I clicked onto my 'tools' and read the list. "move thread' 'pin thread'" etc; etc;
Then moved the training thread into the trash and couldn't get it out again.

I pm'd another mod and told her and she went off her head! "You have unpinned the training thread!!!!" It was like I had murdered the thing! I had always admired her, suddenly she showed her true colours and my admiration flew out the cyber window.

The Training thread was directly above the deleted trash from the Forums and quickly fading into the distance! I was panicking. I went back to the Forum in tears to find it neatly repinned.

Soon a pm came from a mod who laughed at me and said "It happens all the time. clik on tools etc;etc;" and from that time on we became the best of friends.

I practised pinning and unpinning the practice thread for half an hour after that.

Then to the "Hidden Post" area.

All mods used hidden posts there. These were a green colour and our avatars plus the big "S" for Stupid looked good on the green. Nobody on the Forums could see these posts and they were used in Appeals and to warn other staff that a member was being watched in threads.

As for the rest of the training, we had to work that out for ourselves.

I saw the reports going into the Report Forum and decided to have a look in there.

So this was the gully trap? I had seen the waste disposal unit so this was new. So was the language. What the heck were they talking about? RFE? O/W? U/W? acrynoms flew like bad language at a booze up!

I had to ask, and chose my friend to explain. He explained everything and this was copied and pasted to notepad and kept. Like ... I happen to be a compulsive hoarder?

Then came the hard one at that time. Splitting and merging a thread. Never will that be forgotten. For me, it was absolutely impossible!!

But, it had to be learned, so I printed out the instructions as given by another mod I used to play a game with in a thread prior to becoming one of the Stupid ones, and began to practice.

After a few minutes practice I knew something was desperately wrong when I couldn't find what I was working with.

Oh yes! There is was! All in little bits in the trash with all the little bits fading into the distance. Panic set in and I was shaking with fear.

I grabbed the Header Post and repinned it ... but the rest?????!!!! Only one thing to do, pm my friend in a hurry!!

He didn't answer. Instead, I went to the Forum to find it all stuck back together the way it had been originally THEN, I received the pm from him. "Done!"

I wept with relief. Never could I have met a greater friend when in need. Then again, we went back a long way having met at Emma's in 2003.

I watched him Mod. He was superb! And it became my dearest wish to Mod with him just to learn. He played tricks with me in hidden posts, I played tricks with him in hidden posts. And he proved to be the only true friend I would really have on the Squad.

I watched as applicants for Mods came in. In surprise I watched some applicant have rather harsh things said about them by the Squad! Especially one I knew well. The wording they used was too harsh, so I interrupted and spoke the truth about the person as I knew it. She was a lovely person!

On my word, she was accepted and went into training in due time.

Soon, I dedicated myself to this new life. Training was short and before long I was assigned to a team still wondering how to split and merge a thread. That would come in time. I prayed I wouldn't have to do it.

Then, once assigned to a team, I was accepted to be able to speak to other mods on msn. Nice. It seemed they all congregated on msn!

Soon came my gentle Forums, ones which gave very little bother. And my name with the Big "S" for Stupid went to the top of the Forum in the Mod Box.

This gave me time to browse what mods talked about in the Squad Forum.

"Is this Avatar appropriate?"
" Is This Signature Appropriate?"
"What Should I Do About This?"
" Do You Think This Is Sock For ........"

And of course there were the threads where they patted one another on the back.

But the shock came when I found the threads with the Protestant Mods fighting with the Catholic Mods!

At that time I had a Home Church and didn't attend any organised religion so decided to forget it, but that didn't stop me from reading the flaming attacks on one another.

Then, one of the viscious ones on CF showed her fangs and started a thread about me in the open Forum. She was adamant I had no knowledge of the plan of Salvation and all Mods knew to whom she was referring. Me.

The thread was titled just for me and I knew I had Satan at my back.

She had reported me for telling a young man he was saved due to his belief in Jesus prior to my becoming a mod.

Other Mods had agreed with me and refused any warning and explained why to her. I had no knowledge of this report nor what was going on behind my back at that time until she had pm'd me with hate pm's.

That thread was settled by other mods of the particular Forum. Oh she was a cunning woman. Cunning and spitefilled, I watched the deleted thread fade into the distance in the trash.

Then my stalker started a thread. I had told her to cease stalking me so she started a thread about should people who hurt people be mods.

And I knew I had Satan plus many, many demons on my tracks!

I watched as that thread faded into the distance in the trash and knew instantly, I had two deadly enemies who would stop at nothing to harm and belittle me.

Then, a thread was started in the Mod Forum. "Should People who don't attend church be mods?"

I was shocked, no,no, I think paralysed was the word. In the thread was a hearse like the one which took my husbands body away. Written across it boldly was "Don't Wait For A Hearse To Take You To Church!". They had used my dead husband as an example!! WHOA!!!!

They all agreed only people who attended church should be Mods. I had never seen anything so cruel and heartless in my life! These people were christians???! To hell with them! I KNEW there was an atmosphere I did not like about that Forum.

I lost my temper and told them just what I thought of the Hellect. That I knew they were referring to me and that I was above such childish nonsense. I also asked them if they felt BETTER because they attended church? Did Jesus look on them any differently because they attended a man made structure? Did Jesus tell us to go to Church in the NT??! Then I told them to "Go to hell where you belong".

It was then I placed in my resignation. It was refused point blunt. I turned my head away from any forced apology and demanded release from the Hellect

It was refused on the grounds that I was needed.

Yes, I was needed. I was being trained to mod the hardest Forums on the site. The Hellect had plans for me as they had followed my posts with precision. What they saw in them, I will never know!

I was furious when my resignation was denied and lashed out by reporting everyone who committed a breach. By this time I knew the then rules backwards and if they refused to release me, and use my dead husband in that manner, I would make then work.

Then, I shut the computer off and went away to cry like a baby. I loathed them!
And suddenly, I wanted to hurl the computer through the window and never look at it again.

To use the death of my husband in order to belittle me was beyond my comprehension! They knew he had not been a church goer.

And of course a woman had started the despicable thread.

I was inconsolable and the sobbing would not cease. I had also just lost my Father and Mother, both non church goers.

Grief and anger overwhelmed me until I sobbed myself out, alone, beneath a tall gumtree and fell fast asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, all I knew was that I NEVER wanted to go back there to
be faced with that most viscious thread again.

The computer stayed off. To ensure it stayed off, I took it to it's repair man to have it checked and out of my sight and told he and his wife what had happened.

Their shock was similar to mine. They refuse to go near any church and always have.

The advice from friends came for me to refuse to answer reports and refuse to log in there. Advice quickly grabbed!

But, I had to tell the Hellect my intentions. I never knew what they were actually thinking - nor why they were so secretive about some things.......... all I knew was that I had grown to loathe them with a deep loathing. They grieved my spirit.

I logged into the place and the report button was flashing. I deleted every report.

They would release me one way or the other because as sure as hell, I did not want to carry the big "S" for Stupid anymore.

A Life On The Line

2006-12-14T10:34:00.000+11:00

I have been asked to place an entry about my lengthy career as a mod so thought it might be OK. NO NAMES WIL BE MENTIONED.

Being on a Mod Squad is no fun really. It's alot of hard work, thankless, demanding and exact.

People love you - people hate you.

The Mods under intense fire from hatred are those who mod exceptionally High Traffic and hard forums.

These were the Forums I modded along with many gentle ones.

A christian forum is, to me, one where there are only christians. Sadly, this place allowed atheists, muslims, gays, satanists and you name it's along with christians. And the fighting was intense.

No - it wasn't fighting, it was war.

Apologetics was deplorable and one place where everyone gathered who was just out to argue. Ethics & Morality was an intense forum where only the very brave dared to enter for they spoke about things which no decent people really talk about.

Non christian religion is another tough one where muslims try to convert christians and vice versa.

I modded those three along with other hard ones.

The training period is fun, then, when that is over Forums are assigned to the mod.
At first they are light as heavy traffic forums are not permitted to the novice.

If one sees a mod with very light forums one knows the mod cannot handle the intensity of High Traffic such as those mentioned.

I was thrown into Ethics and Morality for starters. It was hard, darn hard. But, I had a good mentor who guided me through.

It was in E&M where I received my sex education. Oh My God!! It was an education I could have done without!

But, I was stuck with this vile forum and trapped there as I learned fast, and did my job well. Many times I requested "Lemme out!" - and as many times I was told I was needed and no, I could not be released.

Then, I was requested to mod General Apologetics. My eyes widened at THIS one! NOOO!!! They couldn't do it to me!!
But, I had proven mysely in E&M and the heart rendering request to take on G.A too was reluctantly accepted.

The nightmare began as the two Forums were the hardest Forums on the whole site to moderate.

Threads were closed for 'cleaning', (Deletion of horrific posts) and warnings issued.

One G.A Mod cracked under the strain and left soon after I started. That left me and a couple of other mods.

Then, they needed a strong Mod for Non Christian Religion and requested I be the one to take the Forum. My explanation of modding G.A. and E&M was intense did not work.
So, I was assigned to NCR.

By now I had them fighting in G.A., carrying on in E&M and fighting in NCR.
The reports came in fast and furious.

Mods were amazing how they timed things. They always vanished on the tough Forums when known trouble makers came online never to be seen until the following day.

Over and over I would check to see if my fellow mods were online - nope! And the red light kept flashing........

I came to loathe that red light calling me to a report.

All mods were asked to have a 'sock puppet' (another non mod account. It was such a pleasure when I logged into mine. From the other account I could post in peace with no red light flashing.

It was no fun to learn that many mods posted in E&M and G.A. under their sock puppets where they flamed other members something shocking!

I learned they were actually mods the hard way. I Unofficially Warned a mod. This of course was demanded to be lifted (which was done immediately). One cannot warn a mod for calling another member a "bloody stupid heathen with boots for brains". No,no.

Then came time for me to be called to U.T. Another hard Forum where Christians mingle with the mormons etc; and one tries to convert the other.

I took it on as nobody else would hoping they would behave themselves. No,no. They got worse!

It seemed the red light would never stop.
It was nothing to go to sleep only to find 78 unattended reports in my pm box when I awoke.

There was a very limited few mods I liked or trusted. Many become moderators for the status, not the job. They were not my kind of people whatsoever.

And although moderating is called a "ministery" it is far from that. It's an unpaid job on a forum such as that one and nothing else.

As a mod, I met the most deceitful and degrading types of "christians" I think the world could offer. And, I met lovely christians who were far too good to be bothered with the types there.

It amazed me to see so many married women and men on the forum. Had I not been single, I would have been with my husband and certainly not at a place like that!!

It was also amazing to watch the flirtations which took place. I was too busy to notice until a Mod pm'd me and pointed out a few things on a certain forum. I peeked and we went onto msn and could laugh about them and watch their antics.

Wasted time for me but well worth it for the laugh!!

It was for flirtation reasons forums for singles were created. (We were wondering if one of the so called 'pastors' on the place would marry some of them)!!

Of course only some of we mods believed the people were pastors. I didn't believe a word these 'pastors' said! To me they were just another lot of liars wanting attention.

I was requested to mod the Singles Forums and to that, I had only one word to answer. "No". They seemed to understand 'no' better than an explanation as to why.

PM's came in of love, and abuse. As I was modding the "Bad Forums" abuse was mainly what was received.

These we downloaded and saved to documents. I still have mine saved which have been burned to disc.

Appeals against warnings were common. We groaned when these came in. One in particular I will never forget. Appeals were downloaded secretly and saved in Documents. Mine have now been burned to disc as a reminder of the hatred and spite held in the hearts of too many "christians".

Bad threads we had to cleanout were downloaded and saved prior to cleaning.

We could see everyone's IP address, and that was something I had a great problem with as there were known hackers on the Forum.

Some mods joined the squad only to stay a short time, then leave which was sad but understandable.

I spent a whole wasted year doing this work. Many say it wasn't wasted, but to me it was a waste of time, and a waste of effort, for today the place is said to be utterly disgraceful, and one no decent person would dare to venture.

The jealousy against some mods from other staff members was at danger point. This was the reason many mods went on "holidays" while others actually did go on holidays leaving their burden of work to other overworked mods.

Sneaks who were banned would open other accounts and carry on with their nonsense. Many of these I caught and ebanned. They would enter with no IP not knowing we had tricks and ways of finding out if they were the same person or not.

I learned too much being a Senior Moderator. I saw the world of christanity from a different point of view for the first time in my life and then understood the words "Many will be called but few will be chosen".

And, what the ordinary poster never knew was, posted in many forums were hidden posts which could only be seen by a Moderator...........

Death At Christmas

2006-12-12T10:01:00.000+11:00

The Silly Season is with us again. The time when people spend a fortune on presents they can't afford, and eat far too much.

The time of the year when families gather together to spend quality time and enjoy themselves.

For others it's the saddest time of the year when they sit alone and remember, or are hospitalised. And for any more, it's the time to remember the death of a loved one killed by car accident. The latter is one I think of alot.

I recall one Christmas many years ago when my late husband and I were travelling home from shopping.

It was a warm evening, the sky enriched with vivid colours of the setting sun and we were chatting about the lovliness of Christmas when suddenly, running up the middle of the highway were two screaming, frantic teenagers who ran in front of the car to stop us.

We had slowed to a halt with their hands on the bonnet as incoherently they tried to tell us there had been a car accident and pleaded our help.

It seemed they had been running for miles. Sweat poured down their young faces and both panted for breath.

We told them to jump in the car and take us to the accident scene immediately.

Horror of horrors, we pulled up at a fatal scene where one teenager lost her life and the other young 18 year old boy laid dying in his brothers arm. His scalp split in two.

The car they had been travelling in was small, but powerful with a small steering wheel. They were from Melbourne on holiday and did not know how to drive on country roads. The driver, seeing no traffic had tested the speed of the car, hit deadly loose gravel and lost control sending the car and it's occupants sommersaulting over a hidden water channel and rolling, rolling, rolling through a paddock.

There was nothing left of the car. It was a heap of scrap.

My husband found one young teenage girl dead beside a water channel, obviously, she had been thrown out in some way.

The girls who had stopped us had been travelling in another car behind the death machine and were witness to what had occured.

It was no time before the air was so filled with mosquitoes one could almost breathe them in.

The nearest farm was a few kilometers away, my husband headed for it to use the phone.

It was a shamozzle. The Ambulance and Police got lost and turned off on another highway which sent them screaming down another road only to have to turn around and come screaming to an electric halt beside the accident scene.

Nothing could be done for the young boy. We heard the scream of "NOOOOOOO!!!" signifying his brother's death from his older brother who held him in his arms until death. We heard his tears, heard his anguish, and heard his heart break.

It became dark as we searched for other victims while the dead girl was placed in the Ambulance. Finding none, we restarted our search. A body could be in the channel, or in the dense cumbungi in the channel.

Soon, I heard cries of a different kind above all the din and saw a figure trying to come through the tall water weeds.
It was the driver. I could see he had a broken spine from the way he was trying to walk and tried to force him to lay straight and flat on the earth. But, he could not hear me due to shock.

Soon, ambulance medicals had him strapped on a stretcher and lifted into the ambuance.

But being the only woman at the scene it was my job to comfort the grieving.

It was when the young boy died the anger started. Heart wrenching tears came from the older brother who refused to let medicals take his body while the girls screamed words of hatred and abuse at his "murderer", the driver who did not hear a word.

While they let it all flow I approached the young man holding his dead brother and laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked at me and said " He didn't want to come! He wanted to stay home! Why is he dead? WHY?"

I could not answer as there was no answer. And my tears mingled with his as we gazed at one another. Then he collapsed sobbing into my arms as medicals took the young body away. Together we sat on the earth sobbing because there were no words ....

The smell of blood filled the air and mosquitoes had a field day. We were all covered in blood. I can never forget the blood - human blood.

And somewhere in Melbourne, two mothers were yet to be notified that their children were dead. Their bodies far from home.

Christmas gifts which would never be unwrapped .......

A Change

2006-12-11T15:00:00.000+11:00

I closed down the computer last night as told by the Dept of Whatever. The storm passed with lots of wind, sheet lightening and very little rain.

The storm was preceded by another dust storm.

Although warned not to use the phone, I disobeyed and phoned my Son In Law and Daughter and learned they were watching it pass through the State. But, it did not do what meteorologists thought it would.

It was just another night when the angels were moving their furniture and lighting candles in the sky only to blow them out again.

Also learned there are signs around Lake Wendouree telling people to stay out of the bed of the Lake. Apparently what is left of the bed is like quicksand which is understandable.

Today is much cooler and more tolerable.

The rain would have been welcomed immensely, but for us in this part of the mallee region it was more like a dry storm.

The main thing we have to worry about here in storms such as that are fire globes. These are balls of fire which hit the earth from outer space and cause terrible fires.

I still feel a bit tired. I think heavy winds wind must cause tiring affects on the human body.

A Day Of Horror

2006-12-10T17:05:00.000+11:00

Today has been so hot in it's incredible to believe we humans can live through it.
The town looks deserted as people stayed indoors beneath air conditioning.

In Eastern Victoria, firefighters continue their fight to quench the ruinous fires. One which may have been not quite so drastic if cattle had been allowed to continue to graze there. But alas, that had been stopped by environmentalists we call Greenies.

No doubt water in the dams will be affected as the smoke haze reaches far places. Thankfully, the smell has left the area in which I live.

Victoria is now 20% gone under bushfire. My heart is wrenching for the lives of the animals, insects, and wildlife this furnace has claimed.

For the firefighters and their families who are constantly watching Nasa and awaiting news. For our troops there, and for the Kiwi's my heart is aching.

Hopefully, the storms we expect will reach them and help to destroy this most vile of all things. Bushfire.

One feels so helpless when these fires now break out. So completely inadequate. All we can do is pray for them and I would think that is what they need the most.

The heat of today cannot help them in any way.

The helpless koala suffers the most hideous of deaths due to the high content of eucalypt in their fur and bodies. So virtually, these poor little creatures just smoulder to death in excrutiating agony. And nothing can be done to save them.

As I type this, storms seem to be building up in surrounding areas. Hopefuly, they will bring much needed rain.

They may mean power blackout, but who cares as long as rain is belting down and the temperature drops. Today, we have reached about 108 F. and it is only the 10th of December.

Heat such as this means alarming water evaporation - and the threat of more future dust storms.

The drought has caused brittle limbs on trees, many which will fall in high winds if the storms reach high wind capacity.

Then again, we are asking ourselves. Is the sky deceiving us again?

UPDATE

My friends have been telling me about the coming storm but NOOOOOO!!!!

The Fire Siren is now going off .... it's going to be a wild night!!!

UPDATE.

It has passed - no damage but very high winds and a little rain.

The Black State?

2006-12-09T12:58:00.000+11:00

Generally, Victoria is a beautiful green State with acres of lush rolling vegetation and crops.

Today, Victoria is a brown and tan state with the continuing, and tightening drought.

I think that by the end of January, we may be a black State the way the bushfires are raging.

Many are suspicious of how these fires started in the first place.

The restictions placed on firefighters must be frustrating to them as they battle to save life, houses and property.

There is no doubt dams will be affected following these terrible fires - as will the water.

Today it is very hot and everyone is heading for the air conditioners; it's the ony sensible thing to do. A light breeze in the air does nothing to quell the heat and more to cause viscious dust storms.

And the worst is to come .....

False Prophets

2006-12-06T17:49:00.000+11:00

Sometimes I have to have a bit of a grin. Recently we had a report from somewhere that Nuclear War would start in August of this year and we all had to be ready for it. And, it seems that all over the world, people are counting down to
The End Of The World

There is no doubt this world as it is now will end at some time or another, but I wonder when the false prophets will let up on their predictions?

A Prophet is one who speaks FOR God.

That's a pretty high calling! To be chosen to speak FOR God the Father, Creator of Heaven and Earth! After all He is God!

Today, people throw around "prophecies" as though they are going out of fashion. Never in my life had I heard as many as I did in the pentecostal churches.

I recall an instance when, while seated at a pentecostal church, a woman stood up and began babbling in a strange language. There was nobody to interpret, we had no idea what she was on about and yet the minister bade us all to listen to these "astonishing prophetic words".

I never did find out what they were and am still wondering many years later.

Why do people give false prophecies? Why do people stand up and babble away in strange languages? Why do they babble in strange languages anyway?!
What is behind these Revival, Word of Faith, and Pentecostal Movements?

I recall when I used to visit a woman deeply involved with Pentecostalism. She is so deeply religious it isn't natural and her prime target to be "saved" was moi at that time.

Her and a friend introduced me to Pentecostalism big time. And in those churches I saw things I never thought I'd ever see in my life.

Prophecy was rife! It seemed that everyone was a prophet!

Then there were the prophets in the big cities who used to visit. One prophesised over me and told me God wasn't going to throw the baby out with the bathwater giving me visions of nightmare quality.

What does the Bible say about prophets?

For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man: but holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost.

2 Peter 1:21

And in these days came prophets from Jerusalem unto Antioch. And there stood up one of them named Agabus, and signified by the Spirit that there should be great dearth [Famine] throughout all the world: which came to pass in the days of Claudius Caesar.

Acts 11:27-28

And as we tarried there many days, there came down from Judaea a certain prophet, named Agabus. And when he was come unto us, he took Paul's girdle [Belt], and bound his own hands and feet, and said, Thus saith the Holy Ghost, So shall the Jews at Jerusalem bind the man that owneth this girdle, and shall deliver him into the hands of the Gentiles.

1 Samuel 10:10-11
And if thou say in thine heart, How shall we know the word which the LORD hath not spoken? When a prophet speaketh in the name of the LORD, if the thing follow not, nor come to pass, that is the thing which the LORD hath not spoken, but the prophet hath spoken it presumptuously: thou shalt not be afraid of him.

Deuteronomy 18:21-22
But the prophet, which shall presume to speak a word in my name, which I have not commanded him to speak, or that shall speak in the name of other gods, even that prophet shall die.

Deuteronomy 18 and Samuel 10 tells us what will happen to these false prophets. They die.

The rest show us that a prophets words happpen!

It often astonisheds me that these people who claim to be prophets continue to try to predict the end of the world when in actual fact, Jesus stated, in their well worn Bibles, that even HE did nopt know, that only GOD knew when the end would happen.

Now I really am wondering what is truly behind this pentecostal movement because what they do seems to be contradictory to God's Word.

What do you think?

Deception In The Name Of God

2006-12-05T08:59:00.000+11:00

Illusion acts and magic have been used for many years. Once it would have been unheard of that they could ever enter the churches. Sadly, they have.

A Scenario:

The service was amost underway as Tim slipped into the back of a packed Auditorium and glanced around looking for a seat. Finding none, he moved toward a group of people, some on crutches, some in wheelchairs and stood amongst them to observe the unfolding events.

The audience eagerly listened to a 200 strong voiced choir accompanied by a five piece band. Some tried to keep time, some tried to clap. All of them had a look of expectation that this night would mark the return of their health.

Coloured lights flashed from the ceiling holding many children in awe. Tonight "Dr Jesus" would heal them of their crippling diseases.

Following the enthusiastic singing by the congregation, the offetory went around collecting money from rich and poor. Guards locked doors and followed those who had collected money to an unknown place at the back of the auditorium.

After a rousing solo by a young gospel singer, the faith healer came on stage.

"God wants to do a miracle in YOUR life tonight! he exclaimed. The packed auditorium burst into clapping.
"God is in the MIRACLE MAKING BUSINESS! If you are having trouble with your finances, God wants to heal your finances! If you are having trouble with your marriage God wants to HEAL your marriage. And if you are here tonight because you are sick, I am here to tell you that God WANTS TO HEAL YOU!!!"

The crowd was ecstatic with those words. Some had tears streaming down their faces, some cried "Praise The Lord!" some cried " Praise God!"

The faith healer held a worn Bible in his hands quoting confidently aout miracles it recorded. He claimed that across the countries he had visited God had performed miracles wherever he spoke. The lame had walked, the dumb had talked, people had grown new teeth, cancer had been cured, on and on went the speel.

....end of Scenario ....

The plain fact is. The man is a liar.

"Miracle Crusades" are designed to entrance the audience, lights are used to hypnotise the audience, and music is used to give a false security, words are used to hype the audience, lavish surroundings are used to lure the audience.

This is happening this very day and willingly people part with hard earned money to give to these snakey people who appear on stage with Rolex watches, a suit and outfit worth thousands of dollars and have just parked the latest most expensive car.

Not only are these people liars, they are also well trained conn men and thieves. Yet, people continue to flock to these liars and thieves in droves.

Music is a great gimic for the young. Give them the loudest drums, the best sound effects, the best lighting system, a warm atmosphere and they are off with the fairies.

God does not heal people in that manner. God does not request us to go into debt for Him. God does not request we give churches all our money. God requests obedience and trust in Him. Not trust in a man.

The latest craze is for teenagers to jump into "mosh pits" to scream and jump hard "for the Lord". Some break their ankles, others are injured badly in other ways.
They do this to hard playing rock music.

Why? Because David "danced for the Lord" when the Ark was returned to Jerusalem.

People are gullible and the conn men of the earth act on gullibility.

These conn men think they have a calling from God. But, if their "calling" does not line up word for word in the absolute correct interpretation with the Bible, they are one great ball of satanic air for Satan is the great deceiver.

Yes! Conn men appear nice people! Satan was also a very nice person, He was the Star Of The Morning! He can be a very beautiful person!

But note in the Garden of Eden where he turned himself into a snake in order to cause disobedience?

Today in some churches snakes are crawling from the ceiling and right down through those bright pretty lights which are there to hypnotise an audience into doing just what those men in expensive suits ask people to do. One of the greatest things they do is to hypnotise people into misinterpreting the Bible, and rob the man of his money.

Do you have to pay tithes today? No you do not! Tithing belongs to the Old Law. We are under the New Law of the New Testament. Forget what Malachi said! There are no Levite Priests today and Malachi was speaking to the Israelites!

Never in the history of mankind has there been such a world of deception and straight out lies.

These lies can be broadcast through Televangelists today; through books; through the Internet.

Be careful. Hold onto your Bible and weigh every word before you too are conned.

God never asked us to build luxurious churches in the New Testament. In fact, he never asked for any buildings for people to meet in!

The old saying " Times have changed" is not worth uttering where churches are concerned for God never changes.
Instead He asks us to meet. Meet where?

Think about it.

Helping The Hurting Of The World

2006-12-04T11:22:00.000+11:00

Behind every corner in the world, in all nooks and crannies, we find people who are hurting.

Many self injure, too many have been raped, too many have been childhood abuse victims,too many are victims of bashings, and there are far too many lonely ones.

Many of these darling people commit suicide to escape the un-ease of their very being.

Some belong to rich families, some to middle class and many to the poor.

It appears the world has abandoned these lost, lonely and bewildered souls leaving them to wander in a daze of nervous and critical disorders which becomes a cancer to their souls.

My online ministry was to seek them out and just love them. It was a personal ministry, not an ordained by man job. An ordained by God job.

This I did by joining Forums. One Forum I joined was one of the largest on the web where I became a Moderator in order to help these souls escape the viscious poison filled arrows which blocked their paths through life.

I am not a Doctor, not trained to give advice, not a phsychologist nor phsychiatrist. Just a someone who cared I suppose.

Through Private Messages, I became friends with many of these beautiful people. This led to my thought of getting many of them together on msn so we could build a quality friendship of love group.

Senior Moderators were outraged when they first heard I was talking to these disheartened people and tried in every way to stop me owing to the fact I was unqualified to advise. And no matter how many times I explained it was a friendship Love Group, they refused to listen, refused to join to see the interaction, refused to have anything to do with them, and refused to even touch on the subject in the end.

I was told they were attention seekers and "only Internet people".

My orders were that they were to be left to their Councellors who knew how to cope with them.

Sometimes I wondered about the sanity of these so called senior mods who refused, or could not see I was NOT trying in any way to councel them.

But their eyes were blinded and all they did was hurl scriptures at them. Telling them they had to read their Bibles in order to be cured. They were even told they would go to hell for self injuring.

And, I was demonized by mod rabble who thought they were 'christians' but to me were the devil in disguise. They were more intent on having me be friends with a person who had stalked and harrasssed me than the suffering of this planet. That amazed me somewhat as stalking and harrassment was against the rules!

So the msn meetings had to be held in Top Secret.

The time clock of the world is set to various hours in various lands spread across the world. So, one would go to bed when the other was waking up to get onto msn as fast as possible!

At first, the msn group was small with only a few members. Soon, it became huge as friends joined, friends who were not a member of the forum.

And, I became a "Mother Of The World" figure to them. A Big Sister who joked, laughed, played tricks and taught them Australian slang, and who often spoke to them in ocker Aussie language.

Australians joined, it was odd having to teach them how to be an "ocker Aussie"!

They each told their stories on msn as they wanted to tell them. Many times I left the screen in tears as they poured their hearts out telling me and others things they would never tell their parents or councellors.

The most odd thing I found is that they all appeared to dislike their councellors stating that "they don't help". I could not advise them, I could only love them.

Girls with badly scarred arms were concerned about how to cover the scars in summer time. We found the solution in fashions with long flowing sleeves and glamorous long flowing skirts made of a flimsy material, and makeup.

Boys didn't care about those things. Their main care was getting on with a life without the demons within.

Because of the fear our computers may be hacked we arranged secret signs, and a type of secret language only we could understand.

This took their minds off self harm and worries and sent it reeling into another direction. They had the job of making up a new language nobody could understand if we were hacked and I had the ignominous task of learning it! *groan*

It was formidable. I was in another land, on another planet creeping through a place where a foreign language was being used and installing the latest anti hacking
barriers. Yes, there were known hackers on the forum. And one of the best was a mod.
Another was an ex mod who was friendly with mods.

So we had our dangers of the dark realm and had to fight the foe in every way possible.

I was moderating an outrageous amount of about 35 Forums, some intensely High Traffic. Here, on a so called forum which was supposed to be "christian" I was receiving reports of people having cyber sex, uploading pornographic material and photo's of tortured and half dead humans, and animals. I still shudder at the thought of them.

So our msn conversation went along the lines of " Hang on kids, the red light is flashing ..."

"GGH!!!" (Go get him/her, later to be changed)

Mods were under an oath of silence about activities so it could never be told to them what was occuring on my part.( Now, I am under no code of silence and they can go where they belong.)

On the other hand people were joining the forum with aliases as "God Almighty", "I hate Jesus", Christian Hater"," Bring Back The Halocaust" " Will You Have My Baby", "I love abortion", and names which took only the most imaginative creatures to think up.

These had to be ebanned.

Then there were the muslim trolls who were there to convert people to Islam. These people had to be watched carefully as in many instances they were successful.

And so, many of suffering souls found themselves reporting people on my forums and loving what they were doing.

They were reporting - I was acting. On msn the conversation was hilarious!

So inbetween the new language and the reporting of people, all intent of self harm, suicide and horrors of the past fled as they found themselves in a new world of "helping the mod" and fighting evil.

Their lives turned around, more and more they sought Jesus. More and more they began to love one another. But mostly, they began to love themselves.

Six of these young ones are now missionaries and on the mission field, another is training to be a Minister and studying intently.

They still gather on msn to exchange their stories of how their life turned for the better, to chat and laugh, and to tell one another how much they love one another for one thing I did teach them was to Love.

Yes, you can help the suffering of the world too. You can be as I was and take on a new world and a new life fighting evil.

Oh, and I forgot to mention. Two of them married! Another two are engaged to be married!

In this life we have only two choices. To Love and be loved in return, or to hate and be hated in return.

There are two sides to the coin of life. Good and evil.

The good fight the evil - the evil fight the good.

I love these people dearly although we have never met. Although we may never meet and athough seas divide. But through msn we could touch in a way which was magical and enchanting.

Today we humans have been given wings through having the Internet. And we can place those wings of Love around the world and hold tight to those hurting and bewildered.

This is only my experience I speak of here. And, you can do the same if you have the time. But you have to be strong, oh so very, very strong for some of the stories you will hear at first are heart wrenching.

Then come the photo's of proof to make sure they are telling the truth and not attention seeking.

Some of you met Chanelle in comments in my former entry. This beautiful creature is a Native American Indian who was a christian, but who was raped by a "christian" minister at the tender age of 13 and left in a shocking state. Her father found her and photographed what he saw. The photographs are horrific. She was chased off the forum by "christians" who sent her hate email.

And, the people of her church spurned her and said she was to blame as she had "lured" this so called "minister". And the world lost a christian to the Native American Indian Goddess of the tribe.

Oh yes! There are good and bad christians.

Due to my photography, I can't be with them so much today. But, when I log in, there many of them are - waiting.

I do not mod anymore - one year of that on that so called "christian" message board was sufficient to see oddness amongst staff at a high level.

They were certainly not my type of people!

But, the hurting and the injured people of the world on that forum were along with a very, very, VERY limited few people were my kind of people and I remain friends with them.

It took a forum which was supposed to be a christian one to make me see the world as I had never seen it before.

And of that, I will post later.

HANNANA SINDA!!!!! ( meaning - Loving ME, Loving YOU!)

Remember, first you have to love your self!

New Release?

2006-12-02T13:23:00.000+11:00

Hmnnn ........ I don't think I'll read Jimmy Carters book.

Carter Demonises Israel

It's a bit surprising to me to read about this book being released considering the anti semetic movement around the world.

Hatred Of God's Chosen

Why pick the Jewish nation? There are so many other nations of people. Why has Israel been the one to be chosen and villified?

Read all about it in the Bible, the book of utter truth.

Almighty God speaks of many things in the Bible, the oldest book on earth. He only gave Divine Inspiration for one Book to be written. The Bible.

And the Old Testament is filled with prophecy about Israel. Shall come a time .... shall come a time .....

Over The Moon!

2006-12-02T00:41:00.000+11:00

Photos.

Tonights Sunset

A young Silver Seagull

The Royal Spoonbil

Royal Spoonbill and Sacred Ibis

The Royal Spoonbill has landed!

It was my sheer joy this evening to go out and photograph as sunset was approaching, but joy turned to awe when I saw the Royal Spoonbill had arrived.

Never have I seen a bird move it's big flat beak so fast in water!
Fascinated, I watched and photographed as it made itself known to other wildlife in the swamps. Not that they were really interested. One would have thought they'd have been bowing and scraping before the beauty of the creature, but no way.

This afternoon, I thought I had found a winged bird, but it turned out to be a very young Silver Seagull. It was so pretty! (and very healthy as the photo shows)

And so the camera was busy snapping again. Not very often do we see the young gulls on land.

I have burned so many photo's to CD and DVD, so I guess it's time to move some out of the computer or else she may start spluttering and carking.

Having had so much fun watching and photographing the Royal Spoonbill plus the Sacred Ibis's, I forgot to prepare tea so it was a bit of cold shoulder to myself when I got home and realised how fast time had travelled.

Now, I have a great deal of thinking about what the heck I am going to do with all these photo's. And that's going to take alot of time.

Which to print out .... which to go on display .... which to finally exhibit.

Hellelujah! I HAVE got some thinking to do now!

Funny World

2006-12-01T17:19:00.000+11:00

Sometimes, I do have to laugh.

After chatting to ecologist friends, I came home to find my Computer Tekky had been tinkering with my Comp again. His view was that I needed a new screensaver.

OK, now I've got the most beautiful screensaver one could wish for .... but my cursor is now a sea shell which turns into a boat's steering wheel, and everytime I clik onto something funny sea noises emanate from the computer.

Boats honk, walrus's "arf", water drips and on it goes. Nevertheless, I still waltz 'Matilda' all over the world inbetween fits of the giggles.

It's getting drier around here!! Whoa! Never ever seen it this dry before. Not even in the 1982 drought.

But, the car had to be washed and cleaned out today.

An old aboriginal legend stated Australia would have a big dry for 200 years. The dry was expected to be an enormous one and they decreased population due to the coming big dry they expected.

When the Elders of the tribe told me this waaaay back in the 70's, it was unimagineable. Now, it all seems to make sense. With their knowledge of the Australian ecology I should have taken more notice. Problem is, our Government wouldn't have.

The Curse Of Gambling.

2006-11-29T01:46:00.000+11:00

Sometimes life can be so strange. We never know what twists there will be in the road, or what may happen to bring one's life crashing down around them - or what joys may await in the future. Amd somehow I must get what I am to write out of me or go completely nutters.

My chief concern now is for my friend whose husband has had a stroke. But, although he has had a massive stroke which has affected his brain, he is still able to remember his wife and her favorite haunts.

Her most favorite haunt is the Pokies where she has gambled away all his money and whatever money she can borrow from friends.

For that reason, and because so many of us have been caught by her wily tactics, money can never be loaned to her.

Her husband was a wealthy man who was widowed. He was smart, and very handsome, but could not live without a woman. So, he met his wife at some odd place where derelicts live.

The Love ring he bought her was simply stunning - and very expensive. And it told the world she belonged to him and warned other men off.

Within four months, the ring vanished. She said she had lost it, but it turned out she had pawned it and used the money to play poker machines.

I grieved for him as he was such a lovely man and knew he was being conned by a very cunning, yet likeable woman.

He believed her story that the ring had been lost and replaced it with another which conveniently was also lost.

They married in a quiet ceremony with only friends present. But he looked so happy and she played the radiant bride.

Within a few years the screaming coming from their house almost made the neighbours shift out. Temper tantrums were common and often he called me to go to her to try to pacify her. It was hopeless. She laid face down on the bed and screamed like a child because he would not take her to the Pokies.

Within a few years, he was broke and had to go onto a Government pension. That as when she left him for the first time.

He came to me broken hearted, but I knew she would be back. And, she was.

Time and again she left him - time and again she returned until none of us knew whether she was coming or going.

In every way possible he tried to break her addiction to Poker machines. And we all helped him. But nothing worked.

Finally, the lovely cars he once owned became wrecks. It seemed he lived in a nightmare he couldn't escape from.

She could never love anybody but herself - and Poker Machines. At one stage she was banned from the Poker Club for a week and it was God Help us all, particularly her husband.

Years passed and this smartly dressed man became the town derelict. Everything he had owned had gone into Poker Machines. He walked the streets in old, dirty creased clothes. Did the shopping for her, cooked the meals and cleaned the house.

And always, following my husbands death, he visited me to see how I was going.

Today, he is in a wheelchair and forever phoning his wife. If she is not at home, he phones the Poker Club to see if she is there.

And, his wife is screaming blue murder because he won't leave her alone - and she has to live in the house alone.

"It is at night when I am frightened B" she confided to me, " the house creaks! how do I know there isn't a prowler around? I don't think I can live alone! I am living a nightmare! What am I going to do? I can't stand living alone and him ringing me all the time! I have to go to the pokies! I don't know how to live alone!"

Well, when she had him, she had the most beautiful husband one could imagine, but she couldn't see that. She had her own bedroom and he was not permitted to enter as she lived her life as she wanted it and he was banished to the background.

Today, I spent alot of time with her explaining HOW to live alone. It was tough. Darn tough as words didn't seem to sink into her head. She wanted to go to the Pokies.

A marriage without God, can it function normally? I am at a bit of a loss with her as she is so unpredictable, yet very predictable!

I had to explain to her that old houses do creak, especially in a drought. That nobody here would prowl around her house - when I know that some will! However, I doubt if they will worry her.

Now, she is trying to attract a friend of mine who also likes to go to the Pokies.
A friend who made a date to take me to the Pokies and I backed out at the last minute through sheer terror as he is not a Godly man. But a man I still think highly of just the same. Not romantically - but as a friend.

And while she is trying to dodge her sick husband's phone calls, she is chasing my friend whom I saw today and who asked me for help regarding her attentions.

Ask me for help in a matter of that kind?!!! All I could do was laugh at him much to his pretend disgust.

He is a lovely man and deserving of someone who won't break him financially, mentally and physically.

Women can be so odd at times. During the romance, they are lovely. Once the ring goes on the finger SOME can turn into virago's and lead a man to suicide.

I cannot sleep for thinking about this sad situation between two people who took the Sacrament of marriage.

And, I cannot help but feel that people should allow God to be the Matchmaker.

In all the time I knew them as a married couple they never talked together! Never watched a movie together! Never went anywhere together!

They never played a game together, or laughed together, held hands in public or even talked about a book together!

He did all the housework and cooking while she played bowls and the Poker machines.

Now, it is almost over for him - and just starting for her. The life as one.

I dunno - I just can't understand women at times. To love and be loved in return is the greatest thing in this world anyone can have. There is no price on it - for it is priceless.

I wonder if she is going through a sort of "what goes round comes round" type of a thing?

Jewish Persecution In Australia?!

2006-11-28T15:29:00.000+11:00

I was disgusted to read the Newspaper today and be confronted with the news that there is spreading hatred against the Jewish people in Australia.

JewsIn Australia

Unbelievable..........

Never Seen Anything Like It

2006-11-27T20:43:00.000+11:00

Today I had a meeting to attend regarding the water situation.

As I work with ecology, it was imperative for me to attend which I did, with a close friend.

However, the meeting resulted in chaos with my friend calling Executives names which cannot be repeated here.

The jeering, the booing, the yelling, the name calling was typically Australian as we seem to regard Government Officials to be in our employ - and God help them if they do the wrong thing by us.

This they have done but it was hopeless me trying to get a word in!

However, it was my meek mannered friend who scared goannas out of me. She was the worst offender!

What does one do? Look at the floor, (done), look at the ceiling, (done) check to see there is no dust or dirt on high heels (done), check to see if fingernail polish isn't coming off, (done)sigh alot, (done) stare at your friend (done), smile stupidly, (done) try not to miss a thing, (done) shuffle in chair constantly, (done)cover ears (done) ...................... everything was done!

It was a riot one could not stand - so as quietly as possible, I left while my friends jaws were still working overtime.

No, it won't hit the headlines and newspapers will offer no reports as it happened in a drought stricken area. Who cares about what happens in the country during a drought?

So, after arriving home and changing into shorts and a blouse I went out to photograph far away from the interaction of drought stricken farmers with the Hit Squad.

One of my favorite haunts is now dry, and where the pelicans stood in a line with proud reflections falling into still water is now cracked mud. (see above photo)

I sat and wept after taking the shot.

Other favoured haunts are evaporating with the rapidity of a machine gun. So fast - so very fast.

Still, although hurt and bewildered I searched for those treasures which are now uncovered, and found many. (see top photo)

One of our major Victorian rivers has been stopped from flowing and what water there has been diverted. So far as we know, it has not been reported. They just do as they want to do with no press release.

Tempers at the meeting reached boiling point, but of what use will that do? Nothing, they will not listen to the ones who know what is best.

And day after day, the sun beats down - and the days are becoming hotter, and hotter as we enter summer.

A lake I love is drying out fast, but there is still wildlife there. With the weather so hot it was beautiful to swallow dive from a high diver and swim fully clad in the glorious water before it is all gone. Nature girl? You betcha!

So Small The Land

2006-11-27T01:28:00.000+11:00

Often it amazes me that one feature of Biblical Revelation is that little piece of land called Israel (once Canaan)

The Bible seems centred around that tiny strip of land at the east end of the Mediterranean and it's inhabitants.

Another thing I find quite astonishing too is that God Himself gave the Israelites full Title to the Land and the Deed to it has been kept in the Bible carefully folded in Psalm 105: 7-11.

He is the Lord our God, His judgements are in all the earth.
He remembers His Covenant forever, the Word which e commanded for a thousand generations. A Covenant He made with Abraham, and His oath to Isaac and confirmed it to Jacob for a statute, To Israel as an everlasting Covenant saying, " To YOU I will give the land of Canaan as the allotment of your inheritance."

And there it is. The Title and Deed to the land of Israel.

I can't think of anyway God could have made it plainer who owns Israel. He owns it, but, He handed it down to the Israeites.

Paul makes mention of it in Romans 9:4 " to whom pertain the adoption, the glory, the Covenants and the Promises........"

So why all the fuss with the Arabs? They have no right to the land!

Something else also strikes me as being quite interesting here.

In 1917, the Balfour Declaration promised the Jewish people a geographical piece of land including Jordan.
Then, in 1922, Winston Churchill created an Arab area called Transjordan which later became Jordan. One stroke of a British pen and bingo 78 percent of the total area given to the Israelites as a Jewish National Home was given to Arabs.

What this meant was that the Jewish people were alloted 22 % of their original inheritance from God because man decreed it.

But there is more! Jews are not allowed to live in Jordan while Arabs are free to live in Israel!!!

And what happens to the Jewish people? They are subjected to continual harrassment and and pressure, political aggitation and open acts of aggression!

But God has a little something to say about that in the book of Joel.3:2

"I will also gather all nations and bring them down to the Valley of Jehoshaphat, and I will enter into judgement with the there on account of My people, MY heritage, Israel whom THEY HAVE SCATTERED among the nations.

THEY HAVE ALSO DIVIDED UP MY LAND"

The odd thing here is that dividing up the land is called a partition.

On November 29th 1947 that is exactly what the United Nations did when they voted to divide Palestine into two areas. One for Arabs, and one for the Jewish Nation.

Hmnnnn ... the Bible is a amazing book. Looks as though God has it all under control for Israel!

Love The Conquest

2006-11-26T14:20:00.000+11:00

I have often thought about evil, especially after watching LOTR.

The Chronicles of Narnia made me think deeper.

Ahhhhhh ... The Chronicles of Narnia. How beautiful was that film?

And, in the end Good always wins over evil.

The Bible has much to say about it. Those who do evil hate God and there's nothing much else to add. God doesn't think too highly of them either.

It is always LOVE that conquers.

Do I hate those who hate me? Nope! I feel a bit sorry for them really as they are missing out on so much!

I feel that to miss out on truly loving friendship is missing out on an invisible power.

Being in places of power sometimes brings it's own enemies. But what is power on this earth?

In many instances it is upholding the Law.

People seem to hate the Police, yet, when they are in trouble they run to the cops with wings on their shoes.

Love is it's own reward no matter how one looks at it.

The love in friendship is beautiful. The love for gentle life and nature is beautiful. The love between a man and a woman is beautiful.

Therefore, I have to conclude that the reward of Love is beautiful!

In this life, there is no grey.

If you are non believers, those words would mean nothing. But if you are a Believer, they mean everything I suppose. To me they do anyway.

Is the believer afraid of hate? Nope!

The sun will rise the next day just the same as it did for David when his enemies surrounded him.

In the final washup, there will be no evil on this earth. It will all be destroyed along with the Devil who created it.

Victimising anyone will do no good; holding vendetta's will do YOU no good. It is harmful to the health.

Self pity can cause people to self destruct and on it goes.

In this world we strive to be conquerors of evil. And just like Frodo, we go on to the end.

This world is filled with evil. It becomes a tad annoying to keep having to brush it aside all the time.

It seems that jealousy and hate fill the planet today. I think if I'd have owned the world I'd have nuked it eons ago - but one thing would have stopped me.

I would never have wanted to harm my friends.

Guess that's why the planet is still here! God doesn't want to harm his friends!

They say the one way for an adult to make a child pay attention is to sit down and look comfortable.

Well, I don't have to try to make myself look comfortable. I AM comfortable!

Comfortable because in all I have done in life I have done my very best without harming anyone.

Praise God!

And Life Goes On

2006-11-25T15:21:00.000+11:00

The Dust Storm left me with drama.

Fortunately, I remembered to cover almost everything from sand and grit, but, did not remember to cover my computer.

Sand, dust and grit entered the electrical system and I have been without a computer for days. *dries eyes* * sniffs*

It had been arranged for a CD and DVD Burner to be installed into my comp, but, when she shut herself down for the last time major surjery was required.

Like a matyr to the guillatine I carried my 'baby' to her Doctor. I was a terrorist. I had bombed the tower and killed my "kid" through sheer and utter neglect.. *wails*

Matilda's face screamed at me when I arrived home. Floating on her screen were rather nice words, but I knew the real meaning ..... "Gimme back me bod!!"

I was forced to close down the screen in order to stop her yelling.

All went well with the operation - until her Doc saw the hard drive was chockers!
It couldn't even be defragged!

Well ...... he knew I wanted a CD & DVD Burner to relieve her of zillions of photos.

Then he discovered she had two hard drives. One was chockers, and the other one had nothing in it. And, the two were partitioned off.

There was only one thing to do, re operate to knock down the partition.

That meant everything had to be stripped from my 'baby's' insides Windows Professional reloaded with everything else.

It took a heck of a long time but, I am back on the air minus one thing.

During the reloading of Incredimail, the town suffered a power failure and I lost ALL my email from the simonetta account. In fact, I don't even know if it is working!

So, we start all over again!

While 'Matilda' was out of action and laying prostrate on the op table I managed to clean all the sand, grit and dust from the house; plus read; plus watch the most enchanting film I have watched for many a year.

"The Chronicles of Narnia" ( The Lion, The witch and The Wardrobe)

My drama ended well. The nightmare for the farmers continues.

The dust storm has taken heads off crops ready to be threshed.

For the farmer who owns livestock things are too grim. He is permitted 22% allowance of water now but, the price of hay is far too high.

The tiniest bale of hay one would only use for a flower bed costs $70. For farmers, the cost is too, far too high and in my areas they have started shooting the stock.
It is a nightmare. But, far kinder to the livestock than to leave them to starve to death in paddocks.

To take them to market is not worth the cost to drive them there as the farmer is paid next to nothing.

Today we had to vote. This was hard for country folk due to mismanagement by the Government on various issues, and no matter how many times the Government is told they still can't hear!

Can't? ...... or won't?

A friend of mine spent the entire time during the savage dustorm on the thresher gathering the heads of crops. Her stamina is high. The only time she stopped was when she smelled the smoke from the Wooroonook fires. Wooroonook is a long way from us but the wind brought a pall of smoke over the mallee and allowed it to enshroud us.

Terrified it was their property burning she checked everything and seeing all was safe, she got back into the uncovered cabin and continued threshing while her husband worked another field.

They finished near midnight and not even her teeth were visible from the dust, sand and grit. Dropping from exhaustion, she went home to down a glass of port and fall asleep where she sat.

There was time to shower and clean up when she awoke.

So I count my blessings - and they are many.

Wind Storms Victoria

2006-11-22T10:48:00.000+11:00

Yesterday, we were buffeted by winds but they reached ferocity coming on sunset.

I don't want to place a stiff journalist report about them here but rather write of my own personal experience.

It was easy to note the sky getting darker as the afternoon went on, and I knew the storms were mallee wide, perhaps reaching southern towns and rural cities.

But, we are always in for a few shocks and that came when my daughter phoned me from Ballarat this morning and told me they almost lost part of their house.

This is the beginning of summer, we have a shocking time ahead of us and have only had a taste.

My Cottage is over 100 years old. My daughters first words were "How did the house stand up to it Muz?" I had to laugh. This old house has withstood worse than that!

The new houses are the ones they are repairing!

I praise God I had the roof rebolted following my husbands death. A few strips came off but I can soon nail new ones onto the redgum frame.

I can't say that fear did not overcome me with a few gusts, but managed to cough and splutter through the whole thing knowing the animals were all safe inside and the fowlhouses in good standing with the poultry in their little house.

These dust storms are terrifying to the novice of the outback. I recall the drought of 1982 and the fear I experienced when a dust storm swept through the town in the midday causing all streetlights to glow, roly polies to roll up the streets and a riderless horse bolt through the town. All we needed was John Wayne.

But at that time, I could run to my husband. Yesterday, hit home the fact that I would never be able to do that again.

But, I slept like a baby. The last thing I recall as I looked outside the huge bedroom windows from my bed was an enormous sort of a flash of lightening. Maybe it sent me into a coma?! I don't know, but I did have a good sleep as dust storms can drain a person of all energy, and I had been drained.

The temperature dropped alarmingly and enabled a good sleep.

Today, the weather is is fine and sunny, but a light wind persists.

They have forecast bad storms for our area but somehow, I have to wait to see them as I can't trust man and his weather forecasts. We still go by the actions of animals and insects.

In such instances as yesterday, it is the fight for personal survival where I live. No phone calls came through to ask if all was well here, and somehow, that hurt me!

The fire was at Wooroonook and is thought to have been deliberately lit. It has burned out many hectares and an old church which was renovated into a home.
Firefighters say the heavy logs will remain burning for some time.
Alot of wildlife has been burned to death but no reports of any sheep or cattle.

My thanks go to my online friends for caring, and for their prayers.

Learn Greek In Ten Lessons.

2006-11-21T18:06:00.000+11:00

Be Still My Soul

Have you ever wondered why you see the words I.H.S. on a Church or, as in the photos, a cemetery?

Today, the meaning of such things is lost - or was never known. People gaze at the art in them and pass them by thinking they look nice but never stop to realise they are passing by the name of Jesus as written in ancient times.

Origin IHS

The New Testament was written in Greek, a language not many people can understand.
To really be able to understand the Bible and what it contains today, it is well to have a smattering, or good knowledge of this language so that none of us are led astray and are able to read an Interlinear Bible.

I have pointed out how some churches have condoned teaching evolution in schools.
God and evolution does not mix.

We live in perilous times, times when man is interfering with the Bible in ways unimagineable.

A world in which evil dominates and holds sway over the peoples of the lands enveloping them in a cloak of ignorance.

If anyone would care to learn Greek In 10 lessons. Radagast is kind enough to give us lessons as easily as posible. Where God is concerned, we must give try to give our all.

Learn Greek In Ten Lessons

I am trying my utmost, believe me!

The Great Apostasy

2006-11-21T08:04:00.000+11:00

Last night, a light wind sent a wall of dust to block the setting sun, this is shown in the photo.

Is religion evil, or has it gone mad?

I was astonished to find online 'The Clergy Letter', a letter signed by 10,000 leaders of so called high churches claiming evolution and creation can co-exist.
Argue about this amongst yourselves, but don't even attempt to argue about it to me.

Click the link to read the open letter that encourages and embraces the teaching of evolution in schools as endorsed by the clergy members which you'll find in the alphabetical list.

The Clergy Letter
Then there is this:

Catholic Church Disbelieves Bible

and more:

Churches Stance On Evolution

This, to me is the most outrageous Apostasy of Churches known to mankind. The Elite of Satan seem to think they can do as they wish and God will condone. But does God condone? Not according to the Bible.

The Bible states there will be a great falling away at the time of the end. Ain't it so.......

Either we believe in God - or we don't believe in God. There is no half way mark.

Throughout my lifetime, in hindsight, I have been told some of the most ridiculous things to be 'saved'.

First came the catholic church with their cultish belief that we all had to be little Catho's in order to be saved.

Next came the Mormon's who told me I had to be a Mormon in order to be 'saved'.

Next came another mob who told me I had to be baptised to be 'saved'.

From everywhere they came telling me this, telling me that, and telling me the other.

But always the words in the Bible stood out. " You are saved by Faith".

Faith in Jesus the Christ, Faith in God.

Today I shudder when I hear the words addressed to men on earth. "Your Holiness", "Your Excellence", "Your Magnificence"??!!!, and of course there is "The Reverend so and so ......." Then there is the "VERY Reverend so and so ..." Then there is the "RIGHT Reverend so and so ..." Then there is the "VERY RIGHT REVEREND so and so....."

Oh glory! The Pride of men! When will it ever end?

As a child I recall a visit from a catholic archbishop to the church during winter when every child there bar myself had a cold or the flu'. That man is all his glorious attire which woud have made King Solomon look twice cast a great amethyst ring he wore on his hand beneath everyones young one's nose and they were required to kiss his ring.

He stood loftily beside me with his head in the air and his ring thrust in front of my face. I looked at it. Yes, it was pretty, but I didn't want to touch it!

Other kids had kissed it and they all had snotty noses! Yet, I was forced to kiss the monstrous thing.

What would it have been covered in? Trillions of invisible dangerous microbe germs twisting, writhing, and crawling all over it like an army of demons.

Thankfully, they didn't get me. Oh boy - it took courage to kiss that thing.

Step by step I see churches falling into an Apostasy which is keeping people afraid of attending religious denominations and established churches.

Time and again I hear " But they are not teaching the truth!" from Bible reading people. Then come the words " I will never go there again." And like me, they don't!

Men dressed in Jewish type robes on an 'altar' to me is a great turn off.

Men and women crying on T.V. "Send all your wealth to me and God will make you rich! Look! It states here in the Bible!!" is the greatest turn off.

Watching all the great high and mighty men with mitres, crooks and jewish type robes parading, is, to me nothing short of the pride of men and downright ridiculous.

And, watching the ordination of women come into being was, to me, an affront.

Remember, I am stating it is TO ME.

And also remember I echo the words of many christians across the world who have abandoned the prideful churches to gather in homes, sing and give glory to God and to read and study the Scriptures.

But all these things are but a sign of the end. The Churches are crying now as they are losing their flocks. One church in England was offering chocolates to people to attend church!

People will never attend a church unless it is Government compulsory. People who read their Bible are thinkers and stay with a church, or join a church, they are comfortable with.

But, how can any decent thinking christian attend a church if it accepts evolution lines up with creation?

My,my Satan is a great deceiver. One could give him credit - if he deserved it.

It saddens me to see all those American signatures on The Clergy Letters. Where does this leave the churches in America? They have denied God by signing that letter.

We cannot move with the times where God is concerned! God is Timeless.

And God gave us but ONE Book, the Bible. There is no up-date on The Bible. What you see is what you get from year dot until this very moment. Not one word changes.

The world can change with it's evolutionary thinking, fashions, education, speech, architecture ad nauseum, but The Bible never, but never changes.

Man can try to change it all he wishes. Man can try to play God all he wishes. Man can basically do what he wants all he wishes, but one thing he cannot do, and that is to defy and mock God in the name of a so called church on earth.

Woe betide any man who teaches the public lies straight from the pits of hell in the name of the Almighty Father.

You are liars and you are the Elite of Satan if you do O great and lofty churches with your generous spires and huge crosses adorning.

Charles Darwin ... buried in Westminster Cathedral? Oh yes .... he is, that's to be expected. So if you want to see the grave of a servant of Satan, just pop along to a Gigantic cathedral.

Charles Darwin

He's on the list of "Notables"

Heavely Father, protect us from the evil of this world. Amen.

Could There Be Oil In Israel?

2006-11-20T10:27:00.000+11:00

My photo for today is two little lambs I photographed on a friend's farm. They looked too cute not to make the camera go "Clik!"

It appears that one man believes in the Bible with utmost faith and honesty. His search for oil in Israel is totally dependant upon what is wtitten in the Bible.

Does The Bible Foretell Oil In Israel?

One of the verses he read:

Isaiah 46
3 I will give you the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that you may know that it is I, Yahweh, who call you by your name, even the God of Israel.
Another:

Even by the God of thy father, who shall help thee; and by the Almighty, who shall bless thee with blessings of heaven above, blessings of the deep that lieth under, blessings of the breasts, and of the womb:

Genesis, Chapter 49, Verse 25

It is, to me, astonishing that in this day and age, man has looked upon Bible verses to give credence to ancient Prophecy.

I wonder what would happen if he finds a massive deposit of oil in Israel?

Not being politically minded, I can but imagine the furore it would cause.

But I have belief in this man (John Brown) due to his faith in God for that makes him God's friend.

Do you think God has guided this man to search the scriptures and find these passages which had led him to his search? And, if a massive supply of oil is found beneath Israel, what do you think the response would be?

G20 Melbourne Protestors.

2006-11-19T18:54:00.000+11:00

I balk at the riots in Melbourne and the manner in which some people conduct themselves in Australia.

We are a peace loving country and try our level best to get along with people and riots such as the ones recently staged in Melbourne really stirs the public temper.

Masked rioters? In Australia? Despicable! I think perhaps stun guns should be given to Police who should turn out in force at such an event. At least then they could rip the masks off and reveal the face to take action against them.

How to deal with such an event? Well, we haven't got alot of water so maybe the Government should order water cut off from their homes,or dwelling places, then later build a massive water hose pipe from the sea to cleanse the rubbish from the streets by turning the hoses on them full force if such an event should happen again.

Once, inciting a riot was punishable by death.

I only hope and pray the Police find out who incited this riot and find out who the violent protestors were as they are a danger to Australia.

News Report

We don't need types like those in Australia! The whole thing is so sad.

I wonder why they don't get a life?

It's also time Australia started deporting muslims following that speech about Australian women asking for rape by the crazed muslim who should be deported AFTER he pays back all the money he owes to Australia in benefits allocated to him.
Muslims Rape Teenagers In Melbourne

Muslim Causes Outrage

I am not a happy little vegemite about these things happening in Aussie Land!

Dear God I am so happy I live in the Outback!

As It Was In The Days Of Noah

2006-11-19T13:41:00.000+11:00

I've been scared witless. Last night I investigated

THIS SITE and frighted myself

That's when living alone has it's disadvantages. We tend to scare the hell out of ourselves and have nobody to tell us " serves you right."

The Days of Noah were shocking, but, nothing different to today except they didn't have nuclear warheads, aeroplanes, glass skyskrapers, motor cars and a Government with one eye in the sky watching what we do. Oh! They didn't have telephones or computers either, or electricity ad nauseum.

It's remarkable to know that 30% of the Bible is about End Time Prophecy.

Throughout the ages the Prophets of God have been sounding the warnings, but has man heeded them? Nope.

How many today watch for the signs as put forth by Jesus? Yes, they keep an ate on earthquakes and refer to their Bibles. But, do they watch for signs in the sky?

Recently, there was a massive hurricane on Venus. The earthly called "Planet of Love" It rated as next to nil in newspapers.

Global warming. Is it really Global warming - or as was written in the Book of Revelation.

8 And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun; and power was given unto him to scorch men with fire. 9 And men were scorched with great heat, and blasphemed the name of God, which hath power over these plagues: and they repented not to give him glory. (KJV)

Is Satan trying to blind us with the two words 'Global Warming"?

"Mens hearts will turn cold" - what is more colder than many human hearts today?

Being single, I know it is a danger to mention anything but Christian Love to anyone or else the words could be misconstrued. If so I could be tossed in the pig mud and left to howl my indignation to God about the loss of a friend, and hope He gives the one who rejected my innocent words a good lift under the ear.

Betrayal. Constantly we are betrayed.

Cloning people. Is this Godly? They say the first human child, a girl was cloned in Israel and named Eve. The people in Sodom and Gomorrah wouldn't have heard about cloning.

It all makes me wonder about Ezekiel 38.

Ezekiel 38:1-7

"Son of dust, face northward toward the land of Magog, and prophesy against Gog, king of Meshech and Tubal. Tell him that the Lord God says: I am against you, Gog. I will put hooks into your jaws and pull you to your doom. I will mobilize your troops and armored cavalry, and make you a might host, all fully armed. Peras, Cush and Put shall join you too with all their weaponry, and so shall Gomer and all his hordes and the armies of Togarmah from the distant north, as well as many others. Be prepared! Stay movilized. You are their leader, Gog".

Remarkable words! Here, the Lord God speaks to the enemies telling them of their destruction telling then He will draw them to their doom!

"I am against you, Gog. I will put hooks into your jaws and pull you to your doom. I will mobilize your troops and armored cavalry, and make you a might host, all fully armed."

These words really sounded alarm bells for The Lord speaks of a distant age.

"A long time from now you will be called to action. In distant years you will swoop down onto the land of Israel, that will be lying in peace after the return of its people from many lands. You and your allies -- a vast and awesome army -- will roll down upon them like a storm and cover the land like a cloud. For at that time an evil thought will have come to your mind. You will have said, 'Israel is an unprotected land of unwalled villages! I will march against her and destroy these people living in such confidence! I will go to those once-desolate cities that are now filled with people again -- those who have returned from all the nations -- and I will capture vast amounts of loot and many slaves. For the people are rich with cattle now, and the whole earth revolves around them!

And today ...... do all people really search the scriptures daily?

Acts 17:11 These were more noble than those in Thessalonica, in that they received the word with all readiness of mind, and searched the Scriptures daily, whether those things were so. (KJV)

Many do not search the scriptures. The once a week visit to their church on Sunday is enough.

We are told to watch and pray. We are expected to search the scriptures. And, we are expected to at the very least care about people.

WHO owns Israel? (Israel and Iran)

2006-11-18T11:24:00.000+11:00

With the eyes of the world turned towards Israel and Iran, there are many certain things to note in the Bible.

The Islam people call Israel Palestine, the Israelites ans the rest of the world call The Promised Land Israel. But the facts, acording to the Bible is that neither of them own the coveted land.

Who owns it? God! And it all began in the book of Genesis when God gave Israel to Abraham.

"I will establish My covenant as an everlasting covenant between Me and you and your descendants after you for the generations to come to be your God and the God of your descendants after you. The whole land of Canaan where you are now an alien, I will give as an everlasting possession to you and your descendants after you and I will be their God." (Genesis 17:7-8)

But, the land remains the property of God.

"Thus says the Lord God, 'Surely in the fire of My jealousy I have spoken against the rest of the nations, and against all Edom, who appropriated My land for themselves as a possession with wholehearted joy and with scorn of soul, to drive it out for a prey.'" (Ezek. 36: 5)

"In days to come, O Gog, I will bring you against My land so that the nations may know Me when I show Myself holy through you before their eyes." (Ezekiel 38:16)

Again in Joel God declares:

"I will gather all nations and bring them down to the valley of Jehoshaphat (which means 'the Lord judges'); then I will enter into judgement against them concerning My inheritance, My people Israel, for they scattered My people among the nations and divided up My land." (Joel 3:2)

Note the word MY LAND?

And, this is interesting to note for The Promised Land itself lies immediately adjacent to the

African Rift Zone, the deepest known break in the earth's crust.

It is also intersting to note that God's eyes are forever watching what they do in HIS LAND.

In 363 A.D. Julian the Apostate attempted rebuilding the second temple.
Once the feverish workers uncovered the foundation stones, earthquake struck killing and maiming many, many people.

Destruction Second Temple

In latter days, an inscription was found on a wall which is dated back to the time of the attempted rebuilding of the second Temple in Jerusalem.

Wall Inscription

Another interesting piece of news regarding the second temple is that another earthquake hit when people tampered with the cornerstone.

Cornerstone Causes Earthquake 29 July 2001

None of this is coincidence; it all goes to prove that nobody dares to mock God and I join my voice with others who are attempting to inform people that God is in Control of His Land whether you believe in Him or not.

We should always be grateful to Israel as they are God's Chosen People who have paved the way for Prophecy, written and preserved parchments for the world, and proven to the world that God exists; that He is as real as you and I; that He is constantly watching; helping and loving His people.

Did He place the Comandment "Thou Shalt Not Covet" into the Commandments just to mean only coveting wealth and power, our neighbours possessions and etc;?

I think not. I think He also mean't nations should not cover His Land which was given to the Israelites under a promise to Abraham.

God always, but always keeps His Covenants.

Does God Exist?

2006-11-16T12:27:00.000+11:00

Today behold! A photo of my potato's growing beautifully, one of the apricots on my tree, and one of a bunch of Vitamin C filled Locouts. (I think that's how it's spelt)

I am so blessed!!!

I know many atheists read my blog from the response on my entry about Angels, and I am grateful for the responses all of which are in the following link.

ANGELS

I am sorry the comments went into a flame festival, but will delete nothing.

Fact is, God looks after His Own. He is a Father in the true sense of the word. A Father of many children belonging to all the nations of the world.

His Love for His Own is portrayed perfectly in the Bible from beginning to end. Especially on the Flight from Egypt by the Children of Israel.

But, he does not love those who do not believe in His Son, Jesus the Christ.

It is sad to see a world so filled with hardened hearts which are against God and attempt to make something out of that which is not.

To try to explain the Creation where there is no Dynamic Force of a Man is, to me, a little odd.

Throughout the eons of history, man has worshipped rocks, wood, cats, crocodiles, birds, odd pagan deities, and I wonder if they ever worshipped clouds?

Today, man worships money more than God. Greed, Corruption and Power rule the planet while God is placed on a shelf.

In the meantime, earthquakes rock the planet sending people into panic. Atheist Politicians have their say and see deeds done which are offensive to the Father of Creation.

Tsunami's hit the coasts and claim lives - and man still turns his back to God.

Angels help the spiritual Children of God and the unbelievers scoff.

Homosexuals "marry" and believe God accepts them 'just as they are'.

Wrong! God does NOT accept homosexuals who openly flaunt their immoral ways. They are an abomination to God and nobody can change that. Nobody.

Hardened hearts whose thoughts turn towards a no God existance are on their own through life. They have no Heavenly Father to turn to in times of distress or sickness. No Angel can come to their assistance.

Sadly, there is another 'father' of this planet. His name is Satan.

Satan is the 'Father Of Lies".

Satan is the one who enters into man and causes him to write a book on evolution; the result can be staggering to the world.

I believe Darwin is the 'Father of evolution'. Therefore, he was a prodigee of Satan and used as a tool to blind children in schools, in colleges, in universities.

When the teachings of evolution was introduced to a school my daughter attended. I forbade her to attend classes.

They were not too pleased! But I stood my ground and refused to allow her to attend the class. They threatened me, they said all manner of things to me. I told them to publicly hang me, as I would NEVER agree to allowing my child to learning lies straight from the pits of hell.

Parents who allow their children to learn such trash are in dire straits where God is concerned.

God IS God whether people want to believe it or not. He exists whether people want to believe it or not.

Sadly, due to the fact that many people are so blindly persuaded and do mot pursue SPIRITUALITY and a CLOSE UNITY with God, they are left to grope in the dark in many religious cults, and sects.

One of those I believe is the World Of Faith movement. A movement which includes many "great" preachers who have fallen flat on their faces with scandal and ruination.

This is generally what happens when people don't preach the absolute truth and walk with two flags. One for God in public, another for sin behind closed doors.

God exists. God watches. God knows more about this earth than man will ever know.

Satan knows the Bible backwards too. And he knows more about this earth than man will ever know. God knows he's been trying to get it since time began! He owned it when Jesus walked the earth. He even offered the cities and riches of them to Jesus if Jesus would bow down and worship him. Jesus said "NO!"

Only God knows what would have happened to us if Jesus had said yes.

To my dear Unbelieving friends I say, if you believe in evolution and do not believe there is a God. I can offer many, many words, but they would never have the impact of asking God Himself if He really exists.

You may scoff at me but I say to you, try it. It can do you no harm to ask God, in fact, you may be surprised at the answer.

I know I was!

Is This Really Fair?

2006-11-15T13:30:00.000+11:00

OK, I did not take the photo's in my blog today, they were taken by my wonderful Son In Law and with whom I share a passion for photography. (Thanks to him I am a photographer)

They have been heavily reduced in size and he sent them to me yesterday.

The photo's are of Lake Wendouree in Ballarat, Victoria ( in Australia for my lovely American mates - not Canada. ;))

Folk in Ballarat are on stage 4 water restrictions. If they apply for the grant to place a rainwater tank up, they will also be charged for whatever water they collect in their tanks when the rain falls.

Stage 4 is a heavy water restiction.

And, some people in Ballarat have built large wooden platforms to lie on in order to probe the bottom of Lake Wendouree for old bottles! *erk*

(Lambertus!! I need photo's of those people!!)

Lake Wendouree was a Lake of utter charm and majesty; a place where people met, had picnics, strolled and played, and where rowing was a popular sport.

Now look at it - it is a dead landscape, and these photos are a few weeks old.

In Australia, water is liquid gold and greed is already settling over the stricken parts of the continent as men and women begin to steal water from other peoples tanks.

But I find THIS pretty selfish and greedy.

"Large quantities of the state's most precious resource, pure drinking water,will be siphoned off by a bottled water manufacturer with links to soft drink giant CocaCola Amatil, which will pay a mere $2.40 per million litres for the privilege.

The charge is well below the $960 paid by Melburnites for a megalitre of tap water, or the $45 paid by farmers for the same quantity of irrigation water."

I don't know what Bracksy is talking about when he says he feels sorry for the people suffering from the drought when they are giving away water in this manner.

The elections are nearly with us, the Drought in Australia may have a huge impact on voting. I know one thing for sure. I just don't want to vote this time as I don't really know if I can trust pollies anymore.

Maybe I am wrong, but after reading that water is being given away for something like that, I feel they are not for the people.

Living in the Mallee, I know how precious water is. We live with dust, dust, and more dust until we are fed up with dusting.

Lately, there have been sporadic showers of rain - but, they are gone in a flash. Still, I praise God for them as my potatoes an veges are growing well under the little raindrops. Hopefully, there will be a good crop as my daughter doesn't have room to grow veges - and certainly couldn't water them if she did have room!

Beneath Victoria there are natural springs from which water is pumped to water crops ect; this water comes up very blue and is crystal clear. Natural crystal clear underwater is sweet and very drinkable.

Sadly - the people may not ever be able to see it as large Companies have power over it. This is so selfish it is beyond my comprehension.

I wonder when the Messiah will come to put an end to all this greed and selfishness on earth? There is no use our even trying to calculate this great event as only God knows the time it will happen!

The Copper Scrolls

2006-11-14T16:41:00.000+11:00

With the finding and allocation of the Ezekiel tiles, another massive find was yet to be uncovered.

Scrolls of pure copper made with ony 1 % tin which were to baffle men.

The Copper Scrolls

The copper scroll was discovered in 1952 at Qumran, by an expedition sponsored by the Jordan Department of Antiquities.

The main problem with the scrolls was, they could not be understood without a knowledge of rabbinical literature and vocabulary. Such was the manner in which they were written. There was another problem, the Copper Scrolls were actually a list of where all the treasure from the Temple was hidden when the Romans invaded Jerusalem.

This gave cause for the scrolls to be stored and ignored in the Museum of Amman, Jordan for over 20 years. The case was closed. They were declared to be a forgery and case dismissed unless something was found which was listed amongst the 64 items.

The Copper Scrolls layout bears an unmistakable mathematical pattern which demonstrates the precision and the intent of the writers.

There is a very gentle zig-zag pattern woven between the items mentioned in the first 6 columns and those mentioned in the second 6 columns all of which bears witness to the great scholarship and pious character of the five writers of this document on copper.

However, in 1988, a remarkable discovery was found which sent everyone running for the Copper Scrolls.The discovery of a juglet of Shemen Afarsimon (Annointing Oil)which was in Cave 13.The discovery was made by a team from the Vendyl Jones Research Institutes.

Soon,several universities and institutions were immediately set up to re-evaluate the Copper Scroll.

The Qumran Copper Scroll is one of the most important of the "Dead Sea Scrolls". The Copper Scroll was perhaos made of the metal copper to withstand the passage of time. Therefore it must contain very important information, the text of which was clearly "coded" or "encrypted" by the ancients writers.

The book "The Copper Scroll" by Joel C. Rosenberg is a must for any christian library if the person is interested in Jewish Antiquity.

The Copper Scroll is on display at the Archaeological Museum in Amman, Jordan if anyone wants to see it.

These finds coming along in days as perilous as today cannot be coincidental. The finding of the Annointing Oil could not have been coincidental either.

Although the Scrolls place the treasure, which is considerable, in places which are so almost unreadable and obscure, man is intent on finding the treasure which is characteristic of man.

The Scroll also makes mention of another scroll which could perhaps unlock enormous mysteries.

In my ponderings of today, I wondered about the rebuilding of the Temple. This is something which is very dear to all Jewish hearts.

According to the Torah, Israel and the Temple should stand forever. Therefore, Israel and the Temple should be rebuilt.

Solomon was instructed to build the original Temple.

" Behold, a son shall be born to you, David, who shall be a man of rest; His name shall be Solomon, for I will give peace and quietness to Israel in his days. He shall build a house for My name, and he shall be My son, and I will be his Father; and I will establish the throne of his kingdom over Israel forever." (Chron 22:9-10 )

I wonder what's going on with the rebuilding of the Temple today with all the unrest in Israel?

Ezekiel.

2006-11-13T16:20:00.000+11:00

The Book of Ezekiel is an astonishing book. It is in Ezekiel 38-39 we first hear the words Gog and Magog. The great battle has yet to begin and the world now stands on the brink of it.

But the Book of Ezekiel itself is an astonishing one.

In the beginning Ezekiel appears to have encounters with U.F.O's - I would say definite U.F.O's as nobody can even draw them properly!

But Ezekiel was exceptionally careful with the preservation of this book for not only was it written on parchment, it was also inscribed on tiles of black basalt. These tiles were buried with him laying on top of them. These are known as
The Ezekiel Tiles (Tablets)

The Ezekiel Tiles

The tomb of Ezekiel was a double tomb designed to fit two bodies similar to that of Abraham and Sarah.

The story of the aquisition of the Ezekiel Tiles extends over a period of about 40 years.

During World War 11, David Hacohen was in charge of Solel Bonch Building Operations in Syria and Lebanon. He had a fascination for antiquities of the Middle East which led him to purchase many.

Later, a Lebanese engineer told him of the existance of a set of marble tiles on which chapters of the Book of Ezekiel were engraved in relief Hebrew Script.

The tiles were in the possession of a woman who had bought them from her father in law, also a collector of antiquities. The woman, being French desired to return to her homeland, but the tiles were far too heavy for her to take in wartime conditions.

After speaking to a Priest about them, she was urged to return them to the Holy Land of Jerusalem as the tiles were important to the Jewish people.

The letters on the tiles are magnificent and were enscribed using a square bas relief Aramaic script. These were obviously inscribed by master craftsmen.

These tiles were locked in a room in Jerusalem.

An ancient tradition in the Talmud states that the original book of Ezekiel was buried in his tomb at his death and left there to be revealed in the last days.
Many of the tiles are marble, but more are black basalt which we know is a very, very hard rock indeed.

Oddly enough, the Book of Ezekiel fortells events of a profound importance to modern day Israel that will occur prior to the time of the coming of The Messiah.

The message of the exile, the coming war of Gog and Magog, the rebuilding of the temple when the Messiah and the Shekinah Glory returns to Israel are all imprinted on these magnificent tiles.

Today, we can see glimpses of the prophecies of Ezekiel coming to pass and wait to see the outcome.

It is also fascinating to note Ezekiel's message to the world proclaiming:

" I will set My Glory AMONG THE NATIONS; ALL NATIONS shall see my jusgement which I have executed, and My Hand which I have laid on them. So the House Of Israel shall know that I AM the Lord Their God from that day forward".

Ezekiel also describes a huge military alliance of Arab and European nations led by large nations (Gog and Magog) that would attack Israel following return to the Holy Land from worldwide captivity.

The prophet also declared that God would intervene to destroy 85 per cent of this huge Russian, Arab army with the greatest earthquake in history. (Ezekiel 38-39)

The devastation will be so vast that cities around the world will fall and be affected.
It will take 7 months to bury the dead soldiers, and sever years for Israel to burn the weapons for fuel.

From this profound calamity, a political, military and religious transformation will occur.

Do you believe God would cause such an earthquake?

Angels

2006-11-12T22:41:00.000+11:00

I had no idea Pelicans were symbolic of Jesus and so my photo for today is one I took of a male and female pelican swimming on the lake. It seemed to signify Christ and His Bride.

I heard the most remarkable factual story today, one I want to share and indeed one which should be shared!

The niece of one of my friends lived in a city.(not in Australia) One night, she left work very late and decided to walk through a park.

The lighting in the park was poor as the trees are very large, and the park was deserted, still, she was not afraid and decided to walk through alone.

The girl is a devout christian.

Walking through dense trees, she thought she heard a noise behind her, stopped and looking back saw a man near a light, but kept walking thinking the man was probably on his way home too as he changed direction.

The following day, it was reported that a young woman had been murdered in the same park. Police called for anybody who had walked through the park to please contact them.

My friend's niece duly contacted the Police and told them she had walked through the park. After being questioned, they learned that she had seen a man who had turned and walked in the other direction.

At a later date, she was called to the Police Station again. This time, she was asked to attend a lineup of men to see if she could identify one as being the man she saw in the park.

It didn't take her long to spot the man who was in the park at the same time she was.

Police took him away and he confessed to the crime.

Later, baffled as to why it wasn't she he murdered she asked if she could speak to the man. This was agreed to.

The man replied, " I was going to kill you if you hadn't had those two enormous men walking by your side, who were they? They were huge!"

She told him she had been completely alone, that nobody was with her.

He told her she was definitely not alone and he could verify the fact that two huge men were walking, one by each of her sides, through the darkened park.

She believed him. The Angels must have also known he was in the park when she walked through.

I have always believed in Angels, this amazing fact strengthens my belief.

Do you believe in Angels?

Stress The Killer.

2006-11-11T09:03:00.000+11:00

Had a wonderful day yesterday! Went to a dried river bed where there are a few pot holes left and found a myriad of beautiful little creatures of God.

The fine fellow in the photo was on the road and happily allowed his portrait to be taken. Ok,Ok he's not pretty. He's beautiful!

A life filled with no stress is a life filled with glowing success, a happy outlook and a sense of fulillment.

Who really causes stress in our lives? Mainly, other people do - if we let them.

A Darling friend of mine has recently had a stroke which has left him brain damaged, and rendered his left arm totally useless. Prior to the stroke, he and his wife had been fighting (again).

She found him laying on the floor after she came out of her bedroom after hours of sulking and has no idea of how long he had been laying there.

The only reason she found him was because she heard thumping in the kitchen where he had regained consciousness and was trying desperately to call her for help.

My heart is in constant prayer for him.

Now, and only now, his wife has realised the temper tantrum could have been the cause of her husband's massive stroke.

Stress is a killer. It murders it's victim slowly then strikes with venom to allow it's victim to die a slow death of paralysis and often, brain damage.

It barricades it's victim behind walls yet allows memory to stay. Memories of days when there were no handicaps.

It causes suicides, indescribable anguish, and a myriad of other things.

And why? Because the victim allows it.

No person on earth is devoid of having gone through periods of depression and sadness. Many people in the past died of Melancholia.

Heroes in the Bible went through it. Jesus wept tears of blood, He wept for Jerusalem - yes, even the Mighty Saviour went through it during His span as a human being.

What do we stress about?

When it's all boiled down we stress about demands placed on us by other people.

The greatest book ever written is The Bible. Constantly the words have echoed throughout the ages. " FEAR NOT!"

Stress is actually fear.

Yep, I could copy and paste a million words here about stress but it's not worth it.

The plain fact is, God is in charge IF YOU LET HIM!

And therein lies the deeper problem. How many people allow God to take complete charge of their life? Of their finances? Of their marriage? Of their situation?

It means a complete change of life. You have no control over your life anymore no matter what age you may be. You sit back and allow God to fly the plane of your being and go to wherever He guides you while you trust Him implicitly.

Know this, God wants us all to be happy! To love and be loved in return.

He will never fly the plane into danger territory unless He wants to test the Man He created. Once the test is over and the enemy defeated by Him, He flies the plane over still calm waters and glides through fields which envelop our souls with unbelievable joy.

And, it is all in His Timing - not ours.

Our light should shine before man, we should be all happy, glowing, healthy loving people who live good Godly lives. But stress dims that light until it is almost as extinct as the life force within the human body.

Never forget to pause and look at the Majesty, and the wonder's of God. They relieve stress!

Remember, no stress is success.

Ok, so I am condemned for my carefree life. Well sorry about that but God is in control.

Water Water Nowhere

2006-11-09T09:47:00.000+11:00

A good friend made this image on photoshop out of my photo of a boulder on Mt Hope.

Now to the nitty gritty.

How the heck can anybody say we are going through the worst drought in 1,000 years?
Australia is a very young nation with Settlement only a few hundred years old.
Nobody knows what the climatic conditions of Australia was like 1,000 years ago as they killed off all the aboriginals who could have passed the information down through the generations!

As for Tassy - they made the whole Race extinct!

One of my dearest friends works for Murray Goulbourn and yes, we are in strife. More strife than anyone could possibly imagine. More trouble than the Government will tell the people and what is permitted to be printed by the Press.

I am taking the photo's of all the water birds and wildlife on our Lakes because daily, we are watching these lakes evaporate into a steel blue sky. So that's a crime is it?

Within each soul in the country there is a sadness - and tears come easily.

Soon, I will be posting into my blog the entries in a diary, a copy I was given because I know the family so well, and with their permission, and written by one of the first settlers to the region.

Once, this land was beautiful, lush and lovingly embraced it's original inhabitants who knew how to manage the land they had known since time began.

Today, it lies ravaged; raped of it's minerals, torn and left to bleed, and lays helpless beneath the Southern Cross.

The bones of it's original inhabitants have been taken to museums throughout the world for analysis. Other bones lie scattered across the land with only the sighing of the trees to silently mourn them. Some of which witnessed their sadistic massacre.

There is no sound of the didgeridoo, the clapping sticks or the stamping feet of a true corroboree.

And while men talk; while people continue to turn their back to God; while religious toleration is practised; while the Bible is denied in Hospitals; while people continue to blaspheme; while impatience seems to be the fashion of the day; while evolution is being taught is schools; while muslims build their mosques; the sun continues to shine - and the huge dams lessen in volume.

What would the Original Inhabitants of 1,000 years ago say if they saw their land today?

I think they would say:

"White Man - you not only killed us, you killed this land.

Patience

2006-11-08T09:02:00.000+11:00

How much Patience do you have?

Yesterday, while everybody was at the Melbourne Cup throwing their money away, drinking champagne and wearing silly expensive hats I was sitting besie a lake in the peace and quiet photographing fish fins!!!!

Ok,Ok, so you all think I'm crazy and should be certified but guess who had the most Godly fun?

I could have taken my fishing line and caught one to photograph, but feel that's a bit cruel to the poor things. I am not starving and hae no need to interfere with the life of something the Lord gave to the Land just in order to take a photo.

It was a cold day too, but the results were more than rewarding!

Patience, self endurance, call it what you will, calls for heavy measure which I did find out yesterday. But, the wonder of watching fish fins pop out of the water was amazing.

Photographing one before it vanished was a miracle.

The timing!!!! Oh,oh,oh,oh ......... yikes!

The fin in the photo is one of a European Carp.

And no, the lake is not down so far that it's an easy feat.

These fish are not in captivity, they are in a lake teaming with wildlife, are as free as the birds and happily engrossed in slurping up mud from the lake floor. (makes me feel sick to type that)

Making it a point to test our patience is fun (sometimes) and the results can be their own reward. I was over the moon when I saw this photo come out of the camera.

This is not the last time I will test my patience in this manner, and it hasn't been the first.

Now I am wondering how any people lost heaps of money at the Cup, spent heaps of money and am also wondering how much water the gardeners wasted on the grounds of Flemington to appease the eye of the rich and famous, and the multitude which attended such a silly event.

OK, so I may have a little water on the brain to sit for hours with a packet of Mentos, my little dog and a camera photographing fish fins, but I'll make a bet with the wordly people now.

I'll bet I had a more spiritual rewarding time than they!

Now ... I am not a betting person, but am wiling to lay that one down!

Hmmmnnn....

2006-11-06T21:23:00.000+11:00

Had a wonderful day with friends and the camera. Am going to learn to do a few more artistic things.

Great blog entry huh?

Life. Be In It.

2006-11-04T16:15:00.000+11:00

Ok,Ok, I have broken my New Years Resolution ans posted this entry in the afternoon instead of morning. Been playing with the pelicans!

Widowed? So Live!

2006-11-03T09:05:00.000+11:00

I'm in shock. Absolute utter shock. In fact I don't think I'll ever come out of my shocked position.

Last night I learned that the boyfriend of my little Grandaughter is in awe and delight at the manner in which I live. And, he adores me!

Apparently his Grandmother sits all day, watches a bit of tele, and the highlight of her week us going to the Doctor.

Now, that is sad ... sad .... sad ..... sad.

He cannot believe a person can live alone so happily beyond the age of 50 plus as I do. That a widow living alone can grow her own veges, have her chooks, budgies, cockies, doggie and cats, hop in her car and make a wondeful life of travelling to take photo's, go shopping, cook lovely meals, light gorgeous candles, maintain alot of land, have so many overseas friends through a computer and be so huggable, jokeable,laughing, filled with energy, and alive!!? Alive???!!!

Now, I'm in a quandry as he's viewing his Grandma as being a bit of a failure because of my happy go lucky outlook.

I am thinking seriously of what I can do to help this poor soul who sits in a flat and looks out the window day in and day out.

Hmnnnnnn ... maybe I should meet her, get her to come to me for a holiday and show her how to live.

One problem, Z has told his Grandma about me and my manner of living and that sent her into shock .... er hmmmmmm.

I think many people think we women of the Mallee wear gumboots all day, ride a horse everywhere, can shoot a lizards tail out of kookaburra's mouth without harming the Kook ... (well, maybe send him into a bit of shock but ...) wear no makeup and are true 'Annie Get Your Gun' heroines.

Well, if I sat astride a horse now and went into full gallop I wouldn't sit for a month of Sunday's. True ... true, I can fire a gun and hit the fox but could do that when I was a young one so that's old news.

The worse part of all this is .... Z hasn't seen how well I can make a boomerang, hasn't seen me experimenting, hasn't seen me hypnotise the chooks, hasn't seen me climb a tree, (often do that to take photo's nowdays), and hasn't seen me burn off the young ones on the road who are trying to be funny - nor has be seen a few other tricks I do.

Hey! Life is to be lived! They all know how deeply I love God as my daughter and I told them. God gave us a life to live! Just because our husbands die doesn't mean we also stop living! That's the one thing both our husband's and God would never want!

The period of mourning does stop you know!

If many a husband had last words to say to their wives before the final sleep they possibly would have said " Look after yourself and be happy."

There is no use sitting down and giving up on life. Do that, and you are one of the living dead. Get outside and live! Love and be happy!

Who is the Greatest Councellor? GOD.

Who is the the Greatest Comforter? GOD.

Who wipes the tears from your eyes? GOD.

So for God's Sake, will you let him? Let HIM take control of your life, and live!

I recall once I was on a Widow and Widowers Forum and so help me, it was the most depressing place I've ever been? All they did was winge, winge, winge, winge years after the death!

They had forgotten the little faults of the deceased husband. Struth! I remember when my man used to fart in bed and almost blow me straight out the window into the car! Oh the shock of it ....

One lady confessed she had found a new love and wondered if she was sinning!!!

That place made me so depressed it forced me to see my Doctor? And know what? My Doctor had to put me on anti depressants?

Yes, there will always be the memories, the joys and sorrows of those memories will flood back at certain intervals, but that's when we turn to God for comfort!

So .... what am I to do regarding Z's Grandmother .... I don't think she could keep up with my pace but I know one thing for sure, she'd leave here with an entirely new point of view!

Today is sunny and nice, might pack a picnic hamper and have lunch by a lake.

Like my photo of the kookaburra eating his tea? I took it yesterday!

Melbourne Stage 2 Water Restrictions

2006-11-01T08:31:00.000+11:00

The sun blazes down continually on a parched nation while Mr Bracks worries himself about what is going to be done with the 6 million litres of water needed for two swimming pools at next year's FINA World Swimming Championship.

I wonder if he knows there are ways and means to take it to sheep like those in the photo? Sheep, many in lamb, which are possibly bound for the slaughteryards with unborn lambs probably to become dog food.

People wonder why the Farmers suicide out. Well, they do because farming is the only life they know. They have all been trained and brought up on the land and lets face it, Australia has far different farming methods to Africa.
They see no where to turn, and no way out.

Some person said they should leave the land and find work in the city. May I ask doing what? Moving out will not help them but rather could cause more suicides as the farmer tries to make a new life in a foreign field.

We are supporting far too many people! It is time Australia closed the floodgates to immigration and stopped giving so much money to mothers who have babies, and who also work!

It is time for Australia to stop playing "following the leader" and get real! This is the driest nation on earth and faces corners unknown to white people. Only the aboriginals know of past weather patterns prior to white settlement.

Because we have had 250 years of come rain, go rain, does not mean we cannot have 200 years of no rain.

Melbourne dams are now at 44% capacity. Yet, at the moment they also have filled household swimming pools. Of course, on Stage 2, they may not be permitted to waste water in such a manner. A line has been set up to dob people in who are wasting water.

Summer is almost here, what have we to face in the mallee? Viscious eerie dust storms, and if we get a sciff of rain, the rain is mud. Been there - done that in the 1982 drought.

Fences will be buried under heaps of sand and no amount of leaving stubble in farmed paddocks will stop intense winds from picking up the dust and carrying it.

Folk in the city have no concept of what the farmer faces as they never see the true country. They live in houses and High Rise Apartments looking out on a few trees, bitumen, traffic, houses, houses, houses, and perhaps Port Phillip Bay.

In the country, we look out at a blazing sunburnt country, and hoards of crows starting to gather ready to eat any newborn lamb as it is being born. Yet, we are helpless to stop them as Greenies have protected the crows, so they can't be killed.

Snakes are around us everywhere as they seek water from any avenue in houses. Snakes are also a protected species in Australia.

Cumbungi is choking whatever waterway there once was, but the farmer is not permitted to clean the Cumbungi out now to allow new growth as little birdies nest in it.

The country is up a dry creek with all this protection business caused by people who haven't got a clue what it is like to live on the land.

Craig Ingham has stated Melbourne should be on a much higher Water Restiction stage. I can't agree with that as cities use only 5% of our water supplies while farmers use the rest. But, they should be taught how to conserve water!

The cost to farmers is over $500 per meg for water. Most Farmers have used their reserve money and cannot afford the water, so, it evaporates.

The Loddon river is dry, a river I thought would never dry. I have seen the water over the roads on the Loddon region! The Avoca is dry. And there isn't too much in the Murray either!

During the 1930's, Inigo Jones, a famous weather forcaster warned that AROUND the year 2000, Australia would face a shocking drought such as was never known in the history of Australia. But, the Government of today has forgotten that warning.

Fact is, we are stuffed unless the skies open up.

Will prayer help? How the hell can it? The Government has allowed so much pagan stuff into Australia it's not funny! They have pushed for "religious toleration". Well, Christians OBEY GOD!

I have blogged about that before but just cannot stress it enough.

This great nation lies beneath the Southern Cross! A constellation which disappeared from sight in Jerusalem on the day Jesus died! Where did it travel to? Above Australia.

It is too late to make ammends now. The Angels guarding Australia are holding the clouds - and rain to a faithless and disobedient nation just as they are in other countries across the earth.

They can talk about Global Warming till the cows come home, they can talk about al nino till the cows come home, but the plain fact it, we are stuffed.

Today is going to be hot ...

Well, not very often do I become angry, but Bracksy, you made me angry worrying about what to do with that swimming pool water. Get your head out of the city and take a look at the country will you?

Following The Major Mitchell Trail

2006-10-31T14:37:00.000+11:00

This trip was most enjoyable and I set out in the early morning light.

Major Mitchel was not a man I would have liked to have met despite his adventurous spirit. His temper was alarming and he was the last man in Australia to have fought a duel. However, he only shot the man's hat.

His duelling pistols are held in the National Museum of Australia.

His cruelty to the aboriginals is well documented and dampens his deeds as an explorer and surveyor.

Mitchell's party came across a large group of aborigines at Mount Dispersion. Mitchell thought they would be hostile and ordered his men to ambush them. Seven aboriginals were killed and members of the party said that Mitchell ordered old women and children to be killed.

On another occasion, Mitchell's men followed aboriginals who were running for their lives and shot them as they tried to swim across the Murray River to safety. He was widely criticised in the colony for his deeds.

Mitchell had an unusual way of counting how far they had travelled. He would count the stroke of his horse's hoof. When he reached 100, he would put his hand into his pocket and remove a counter, such as a bean or a pea and put it into his other pocket. He claimed that 950paces of his horse made up a 1.6 kilometres and after this he would take a new compass reading and start counting again.

Apart from his misdeeds, he was fortunate enough to be one of the first into this wide brown country and see it in it's natural beauty.

I personally cannot admire a man on whose hands lies the blood of aboriginals, but it is interesting to stop and reflect on the country through which they travelled.

A land untouched by white man, pollution and ravage through mining.

Beautiful World

2006-10-31T10:14:00.000+11:00

Could these magnificent creatures have just 'evolved'?

When one sets their hearts and minds upon God, one can see a beautiful world filled with the fascinations and utterly gorgeous creations of the Majestic God.

I confess that I have never been out of Australia, mainly due to the fact that it never occured to me!

Another reason is that I am always so contented in Australia I don't want to miss a second of it's beauty and terror.

When I viewed these magnificent birds on the big screen, I truly gasped at their supremity of beauty.

Man may have the brain to do what he does, but man could never be as stunningly beautiful, and innocent as these birds who rely entirely on their Creator to sustain them.

What a Mighty God to have created such glory!

Now it's my job to identify them ..... the white bird is the Great Egret.

Give me time to identify the brown bird.

Have also been on the Major Mitchell Trail, this has been heaps of fun, the next entry will show some of the images.

Also my apologies but I have had to apply Comment Moderation.

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The Water Of Life

2006-10-28T11:06:00.000+10:00

Last night I pondered on the drought in Australia, and the suffering of the farmers.
But morso, on the true Water Of Life.

Revelation 22:17 And the Spirit and the bride, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.

When Jesus turned the water into wine, it gave assurance that we will never thirst spiritually. It can only get better if through bad times and good, we cling to Him and allow Him to shower our souls with cool, crystal clear water, no fluoride.

He is the Bread of Life and the Water of Life. Food and drink.

As petty little sinning humans we can only do our best and use our brain in the manner God intended it to be used. For good, not evil for evil leads to a nothingness; a blank wall which will place a man in a prison or have him executed for a heinous crime.

Around me, in other towns, farmers are suiciding. They have lost the only life they know, farming, they go into deep depression and see one solution, death. And, they leave behind grieving wives and children who have nowhere to run. If only the farmer had turned to Jesus and pondered on His words!

A drought on the land means alot of trouble, but, a drought in our souls means more trouble than one could ever dream of.

God is Our Provider. This does not mean we must sit idle and wait for God to drop a bucket of water on our heads. But it does mean that God will see a way out and lessen the load for the faithful Believer.

One thing many people tend to forget is that the true Believer is loved by God. Individually loved. Loved in a manner that man will never understand.

But in order to be loved by God, we must be tuned into God and the Living Water.

Far too many people cry " But I prayed and God never answered me!!"

The answer to that is within the individual. God always answers, but often not in the way the human wants Him to answer.

Some time ago, many women of Ouyen staged a naked water dance during a drought in order to "frighten God into sending rain"? Is this the way to approach a situation during drought? No. Certainly not! God will not be mocked!! A "Rain Dance" to begin with is a pagan thing; to go naked is but a display of immorality as the woman's body belongs to her husband and is for his eyes only!

It would have been far better had the women gathered and flooded their souls with water from the Living Christ. In that manner God would forgive the sin today if asked and perhaps bring relief.

A drought to me is a test of human faith and forbearance, yes, we may suffer. But through the suffering we will survive and live to tell the tale.

Do you agree that we should now concentrate on the Water Of Life instead of any suffering and inconveniences caused by a drought?

The Price Of Life

2006-10-27T10:07:00.000+10:00

The Landscape photo was taken yesterday. There are no sheep. They have been sold.

Huge trucks carrying their loads of drought stricken bales are constantly on the road making driving a little dangerous due to the narrowness of some roads if one is not used to driving on them.

Farmers are shearing what stock they have left around here, but drought stricken wool is not top quality wool.

Scientists and historians are beginning to realise that in 1788 when Australia was first settled, and for some time after that, Australia was in the middle of an unusual weather pattern, which gave adequate rain and turned normally arid zones into useable land.

Today, that useable land is no longer viable.

In the 1950's the CSIRO warned the Australian Government that Australia coud never sustain 20 million people. Lately, we have been sustaining 20 million people in Australia and three times that amount overseas.

As the population increases, the demand for water will increase.

Had this country been managed correctly by the Government we would not be in this dilema, but please remember, these are but my thoughts.

With the Government handout of thousands of dollars to a woman who has a baby, whether married or unmarried seems an obscenity.

To increase the flow of immigrants into our country now seems an obscenity, a drain on the farmers, and a drain on our precious resources.

The Victorian Government "owns" all the water in my State. That being as they think, it's a pity they didn't manage it correctly.

Water is a God Given gift to the land. Placing water tanks beside houses is of little value if rain doesn't fall. And if it does, remembering that the Government "owns" all the water, there is no doubt they will form some Organization in the future as they did in the past and charge the people for the rain water collected. But please remember, I am posting my thoughts.

The Bible often mentions water. Water is life giving. Without it is death. And as dams lower in water volume with no fresh water to refill they cannot be flushed.

I would be beginning to boil all water soon as water tends to stagnate.

On a brighter note, I had to laugh at a friend yesterday. She has her Mother In Law who lives in Melbourne staying with her and is trying to train her in the ways of managing water while staying with her.

This has almost led to an outbreak of Family Fisticuffs. MIL wants to linger in the shower while DIL is biting her nails and watching the clock.

DIL's water from the washing machine is pumped onto the garden - MIL is screaming about dirty water on the flowers.

I don't think some folk realize that washing water is the best thing one can use to kill thrips and black spot on roses.

MIL wants to rinse dishes three times. DIL screams "No way!! ONCE IS ENOUGH!"

On a sadder note, DIL had to sell the cattle, and the pittance received ... well ...
we are still paying high prices for meat so who is getting the money?

I dread the summer - the heat and dust storms will not be pretty. The stubble left in the ground by farmers will not alleviate the dust. Already it is drying so rapidly the wind can pick it up and toss it from the land.

All that is helping us now are the cold, cold nights. Last night it was so still I could burn off the remaining rubbish on the spare half acre. Thankfully, there was a smiley face!

But, my mind is concentrating on fire in Australia praying there will be none, for if there is more precious water will have to be used to stop the enemy.

Bushfire and drought. A bad combination.

Bushfire kills so much wildlife not to mention the human lives it can claim.

Well, I have stocked up on candles as there is bound to be blackouts here! Whoopee!

Time to deep freeze alot of things too!

I don't know what happened the other night, but, in the sky there was a terribly bright burst of light! It was amazing to see! It was followed by smaller flashes, then gone.

It was seen by a few people but never reported. The sky lit up like day. No, it did not fall to earth and occured in the western sky. Maybe some electricity up there - but it wasn't lightening nor space junk.

Well, today will come what may!

Time To Prepare

2006-10-26T08:22:00.000+10:00

The photo of one of my flower's is to prove that blossoms can still bloom in the dust.

However, with us now ready to accept skyrocketing prices due to the drought, it is time to stock up on goods which will, in the near future, become very expensive.

Unforunately, due to human greed, many items which should not become expensive will indeed increase in price and be blamed on the drought.

In the country, one thing we are going to need is a Bread Maker in order for us to make our own bread. Breadmakers could go up in price due to demand in the country regions.

Many now are becoming used to the taste of Condensed Milk in coffee.

Melbourne is to face stage 2 water restrictions on November 1st. That will be a blow to the Melbourne people. But, knowing the Water Authorities as well as I do, any household going over the limit will be fined.

What to do?

To begin with, in the country we have hoses from our washing machines emptying water onto the vegetable plot as we all grow our own vegetables and share the excess with those with a bad crop.

In the cities, many do not grow vegetables. In fact, my 12 year old Grandson refuses to eat fruit from my fruit trees as to him, it doesn't look natural. I recall once when he and another city child stripped my Locut tree and used the fruit to throw at one another not realising Locuts have the bighest amount of Vitamin C of any fruit, and we make use of them in cooking.

He has no idea the jams he eats made by me are made with fruit from the same trees.

There is going to be a huge crop of fruit this year, this means we will all have our preserving kits out in order to bottle the fruit.

Jams, Relishes, Chutneys, and sauces will be made as usual. This is done every year regardless.

Honey is a must to stock up on as natural honey keeps. And, there could be an increase in the price of honey.

Honey is a healer of sores, scratches and bruises, and is a powerful natural antibacterial product and has health restoring values as well as being a food.

Cotton will increase in price, and fruit and veges will be almost unbelievably high.

This means that we in the country will have to preserve our vege crops this year.

It pays to watch the ants and their habits.

I recall the story "The Grasshopper Anbd The Ant". It is time everyone read that story.

For women suffering ultra dry skin due to drought conditions. Vaseline is the greatest thing to use. To soften and moisturise feet and hands, castor oil is the best one can use. One could spend enough money on skin care products to pay for a facelift when the best in life is very, very cheap. Castor oil's real name is 'Palma Christi" ( The Hand Of Christ)

Of course, if we get 1,000 inches of rain in the next few months, things might improve in the Supermarkets!

But always remember to be prepared for the worst in all matters. I know all this advice will fall on deaf ears, but I'll take the chance, ;)

Not Sure

2006-10-25T10:09:00.000+10:00

My decision has been reached to make a New Years resolution now. I am going to post my blog entries in the morning. That means I have the night free.

Yesterday I spent some time explaining to the local 'Hit Squad' how well I have mown my '1 million and 1 acre' spare block all by hand with my Victa only to be told the letter had been sent to me just as a courtesy thing asking me to MAKE SURE it was kept mown down until February.

:doh:

So I spent a little time at the local Hospital getting all the dust out of my eyes. One piece which felt like a boulder would not move, so, they decided to send me to Dr (when he returned) in order to have some sort of dye put into it to see the thing and have it removed.

At the thought of that, I neatly shot through to pray. The 'boulder' in my eye has gone now.

Only the specks remain ... er hmmmnnnnn. (tries to polish halo)

In the Christ manner, we can only obey. We, as humans cannot be perfect. Let's face it. We all have our little sins. Often we are not aware of them, but they are there just the same.

The Human Brain is the roadmap to how we live and what we do with our lives. And, it is the Human Brain which prompts the action prior to sin. "To do (or say) or not to do (or say), that is the question".

How can we be obedient to God?

I brought my kids up singing a song over and over again, "Give A Little whistle" I think Jiminy Cricket sang it in the first place. But I felt it a good song to start my chidren to learn right from wrong.

I love to sing and dance, always have. I think that started when I was about 2?

Mum was a beautiful singer, Dad was a beautiful dancer. I copped both inherited lovelies. Naturally the kids copied what I did so we were a happy little group! Until someone walked in the door and told us we were mad. :(

Oh wow! I haven't written one word about the doom and gloom of the drought today!

OK, the photo today is a collage of some of my "Seagulls In Motion" shots. All photo's have been reduced dramatically in size to avoid theft. Oh yes! People with steal one's Copyright photo's for overseas advertisements! We find them and sue them. Thankfully, I am on a secret part of the Web where people make it their business to track peoples stolen photo's. Some have been found in Arabic magazines.
That's another reason why I have this blog, and why I collage. And yes, we do indeed sue thieves who take our work and claim it as their own! We do not tolerate thieves.

So that is why, if the photo's are 'saved' you get a bad image on screen. ;)

My photos are straight from the camera as I cannot use photoshop. The only editing I can do is reduce, frame, and collage. I can enhance, but prefer photos straight from the camera.

Photographing wildlife means that one must also be a bird watcher, and be prepared to sit and just watch with a camera poised.It is tedious, and time comsuming but ... an idealic life really!

In this day and age there is far to much hustle and bustle. One of the specks in my eye is not to go with the flow of hustle and bustle, if that can be called a speck.

Morning Has Broken.

2006-10-24T10:59:00.000+10:00

It is now seven years since his death ...

VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS
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Veni Creator Spiritus, Mentes tuorum visita Imple superna gratia Quae tu creasti pectora.

Qui diceris Paraclitus, Altissimi donum Dei, Fons vivus, ignis, caritas, Et spiritalis unctio.

Tu septiformis munere, Digitus paternae dexterae, Tu rite promissum Patris, Sermone ditans guttura.

Accende lumen sensibus, Infunde amorem cordibus, Infirma nostri corporis Virtute firmans perpeti.

Hostem repellas longius, Pacemque dones protinus: Ductore sic te praevio, Vitemus omne noxium.

Per te sciamus da Patrem, Noscamus atque Filium, Teque utriusque Spiritum Credamus omni tempore.

Deo Patri sit gloria, Et Filio qui a mortuis Surrexit, ac paraclito, In saeculorum saecula. Amen.
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English Translation.

Come, Holy Spirit, Creator blest, and in our souls take up Thy rest; come with Thy grace and heavenly aid to fill the hearts which Thou hast made.

O comforter, to Thee we cry, O heavenly gift of God Most High, O fount of life and fire of love, and sweet anointing from above.

Thou in Thy sevenfold gifts are known; Thou, finger of God's hand we own; Thou, promise of the Father, Thou Who dost the tongue with power imbue.

Kindle our sense from above, and make our hearts o'erflow with love; with patience firm and virtue high the weakness of our flesh supply.

Far from us drive the foe we dread, and grant us Thy peace instead; so shall we not, with Thee for guide, turn from the path of life aside.

Oh, may Thy grace on us bestow the Father and the Son to know; and Thee, through endless times confessed, of both the eternal Spirit blest.

Now to the Father and the Son, Who rose from death, be glory given, with Thou, O Holy Comforter, henceforth by all in earth and heaven. Amen.
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My Simple Prayer to My Father In Heaven.
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My Father in Heaven, Creator of Heaven and earth, Father of my Saviour Jesus,

Blessed be Your Holy Name.

May Your Peace be upon all Believers.

May Your Will be done in all matters.

As a widow, I ask for nothing but good health, and strength. I also seek your Blessings upon other Believing widows.

My life is in Your Keeping, for I both Love and Trust you and only You for You are my Father, and Your blessings flow upon me and enrich my soul and spirit.

I thank you for all blessings through the seven years of walking alone. I Praise Your Holy Name, and You Divine Being.

Forgive me my sins as I forgive those who sin against me. See me not led into temptation but deliver me from the evil of the world.

I bow before Your Might and Majesty Holy Father of Heaven and Earth for You are my Love. And Your's is The Kingdom, and the Power, and The Glory. Forever.

This simple prayer I offer humbly at Your Feet in the Name of Your Most Precious Son, and My Lord, Jesus Christ.

Amen.