animals, Life lessons, poetry

Question Everything Critically

Believe what you want. I am nobody to tell you what to believe but be aware that most of what you believe has been told to you by someone else who never questioned the source nor sough any extra information to back up their belief.

There are four main ways of “knowing. These are: facts, opinions, beliefs and prejudice. Somewhere along the continuum lies “faith” Faith is where we believe something exists without proof. The following 3 pieces of poetry have been written over the past few years as I ponder and meditate on life about beliefs that serve and beliefs that don’t serve.

Facts

I am about to destroy everything that you know

Please read this very carefully and slow

Is it a fact that you tell me, my friend?

Or is it a belief, that serves no proper end?

Is it a scientific factual truth that serves you,

Or preprogrammed belief that isn’t quite true?

How did you come that opinion my friend?

What information brought you to this end?

This belief that you speak about seems to cause grief,

Are you sure your opinion is not just a belief?

Have you researched the truth, critically looked at the fact,

or is this just a belief about how you learnt to react?

Have you researched and analysed all information?

Is this just a belief that’s causing you frustration?

I know that you only know what you know

So I will spell it out carefully and slow

There are things that you know you don’t know

And things that you don’t know that you don’t know

Things that are programmed that you can let go

Beliefs have no facts that you can show

A fact can be verified with real evidence

Providing support for assertion of arguments

Opinions are judgements based on facts

Opinions can be changed on how you interpret the facts

Beliefs are convictions based on personal faith

with no evidence or facts they are based on faith

Prejudices are reflections of narrow minds

having no place in argument at any time

Beliefs are based on values or morality

Cannot be tested with logic or rationality

Prejudices come from friends, family and media

Prejudice is when another plants a seed in ya

Acting on fears and pessimistic predictions

like that you need to get vaccinations

Believing that negative outcomes will get you

so you need to be prepared in case predictions are true

A belief is acceptance of something without proof

without empirical evidence to prove the truth

Is it a fact, opinion, prejudice or belief?

Only facts truely serve us and the rest cause us grief.

Only facts are factual and they are verifiable.

Linguistically this fact is undeniable. “be careful of bad spirits, they could harm you”

This is an example of a belief that’s not true.

Why am I even writing about this stuff?

Because of prejudice and beliefs, I’ve had enough

Beliefs are the foundation of our lives and our habits

Like chocolate eggs come from bunny rabbits

And if you believe in the Lord you’ll have eternal life

Religious beliefs cause much pain, war and strife

Like the prejudice that we need a nationality

is nonfactual and not based in rationality

Belief are for people who want to conform

It takes courage to go against the norm

Now hold your tongue and be careful what you say

Reassess your beliefs and have a lovely day

Please consider just what I have said

And turn the world upside down on its head, DISOBEY

Self affirming beliefs

A belief, and a value, opinion is just that. Beliefs are built in your imagination and not based on fact.

A belief is an explanation made in your brain to justify something you cannot explain

All beliefs are false and made up in your head not by looking at the facts, beliefs are the words that you said.

Made up from your programming fed into your mind, hypnotised by reinforced beliefs all the time.

You could believe in a god that there is no proof exists just because your mum, dad, a preacher and as an old book insist.

But beliefs are just purely abstracted nouns so you can drop all your beliefs and just walk around.

So you take control of your life ask what will I create and you drop your limiting beliefs then plan and then make living in the now and create a new plan to be famous world wide as the unlimited man

There is one more thing, believe in yourself to take control of your life, your destiny and health

I believe there are no beliefs to stop us achieve, every single goal that we write, plan and we believe

I have finished being a limited man and from now I’ll take action to do every dream, goal and plan.

The indoctrinated man

He believed everything the Bible ever said, read it and re-read it ingrained into his head

His beliefs were so outdated and morals very low, when he closed the Bible his mind became free though.

But it was not his fault, his indoctrination because the Christian missionaries colonised his nation.

Once upon a time he supported it, but now he’s homophobic like a hypocrite

If you’re spouting hate and lies, judgement and bigotry, whether Jewish, Christian Muslim, your mind is never free

If you take your cue from and old outdated book, you’d beat your slave and rape your wife, and sacrifice a chook (“chook” is Australian slang for chicken)

And take away the freedom of the people who you love, indoctrinated by an imaginary friend called “God” above

An imaginary God with human traits imposed, if god really existed there’d be no judgement I’d suppose

But you don’t have to keep the faith and blindly believe. Free will is what you have, you have the choice to leave

Behind the lies and fear of religious indoctrination. Think for yourself and change your mind and change the situation.

When he left behind the outdated book of fear, started being kind and admitted being Queer,

Poor little Rael was messed up in the head, believing that he would go to hell after he was dead. There is one more thing, “Be here now” and a photo for the Hindus of a big sacred cow.

The Big Cow at Yandina, Queensland, Australia

change, poetry

For ending military and war. Legend of the Bombagund full version.

WHY?

For all humans to live in peace and without fear of death from war would be the goal.

For all humans to thrive free from from militaries controlled by governments and investment company profits, this would be the goal.

For all humans to have opportunities to experience joy, peace and the opportunities to thrive.

For all humans to have equal opportunities without structural barriers.

War! I could let it drive me insane but I don’t. There are many things in this world that I do not like and do not understand. I could focus on that but instead I want to focus on what it can be like.

Imagine a world where there are no armies or militaries with weapons. Imagine a world of peace where there are no people killing or hitting one another. Imagine a world where everyone respects each other and each other’s differences. Imagine a world where energy is free from an antennae which can be scaled at any size. Imagine a world where universal transport is free because there are craft that can levitate using free energy. Imagine a world where fruit and vegetables are organically grown and harvested by robots and robots do all the tedious repetitive work leaving humans to have vast amounts of social time where there are festivals and dances. Imagine a world without money.

The following poem was written from a future perspective when there is peace all around the planet Earth.

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Introduction

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est.

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud. 

Over there in future Earth, 

Father tells his son a story. 

“Long ago the rivs were blud”

“This story will be gory.”

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est.

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud. 

Warrender came in a gust of whoosh.

Against no warp did he push,

The Pushers and their rivs a blud. 

All lay down the bombagun. 

The bombagun henceforth no gotten

But the rivs a blud are not forgotten. 

The peace now rigns not the bombagund

Warps rivs a blud no longer run. 

Henceforth the sloothan warp will never. 

Warp kiel est no more ever. 

Legend of the bombagund. 

Peace now reigns and the rivs are love. 

Warrender stood between the others. 

He said, “Hey warps, kiel me yor brutha”

The Warps they answered, “Why? But no.”

“There’s rivs a blud upon the snow”

“ These bombagund no need have gotten 

but the rivs a blud are not forgotten”

Warrender came to heal the Earth 

And the rivs now run clear rainbow birth. 

Henceforth they stopped the rivs a blud. 

And the rivs now flowing rivs a love. 

Warrender stopped the Bombagund

And the rivs a blud no longer run. 

“ Tell me dad. What’s a Bombagund?”

“Twas a machine to make the rivs a blud run son”

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est. 

Legend of the Bombagund. 

The rivs now flow clear rainbow love. 

Legend of the Bombagund Part 2

Boloxum flumoxed through the air. 

The sound of skringing everywhere. 

The smell of scrotch upon the nose. 

The sprooshelness it stained the clothes. 

Warrender Whoosshed into the land. 

There was rivs a blud upon the sand. 

Warrender called “ Hey Warps! Yes. You!”

“The Bombagund is killing you”

The Warps answered “We don’t want no more.”

“The rivs a blud the bluddy war.”

“We do not think that war is funny,

But we’ve invested lots of money. 

“How can we stop the Bombagund

So the rivs a blud no longer run?”. 

Warrender said, “The Bombagund ground them down”

“Make a huge pile far from town”

“Ground them down and make no Warp. 

Destroy Bombagunds forever more. 

They piled the Bombagunds up high. 

A giantzilla pile up to the sky. 

They took the biggest Bombagund. 

The very last unrusty one. 

Warrender flew above the pile. 

Warrender and the warps all smiled. 

They dropped that last big Bombagun. 

The very last unrusty one. 

Then the bombagund was never more. 

The rivs of blud upon the shore. 

They stopped and never ran again. 

The warps they all became good friends. 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

A pile of molten metal was left. 

Warrender stopped the warps somehow.

They made robots, tools and homes and ploughs. 

No rivs a blud across the Earth 

Just peace and love a new rebirth. 

Henceforth they stopped the Bombagunds

Warps rivs a blud no longer run. 

The sloothan warp was gone forever. 

The Bombagun kiel est no more ever. 

Warrender stopped the killing and fear. 

And the Bombagunds all disappeared. 

Warrender left when the warp was over

And the rivs a blud washed from the clover. 

The grass was green, the snow was white. 

There were no Bombagund flashes at night. 

Boloxum cleared from the sky. 

The singing birds were heard up high. 

The acrid skroortch it left the nose. 

The rivs were clean to wash the clothes. 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est. 

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Peace now reigns and the rivs are no longer blud. 

Legend of the bombagund Part 3

The warps began so long ago.

No warp could remember no blood on the snow.

No warp could remember how it began

Or a reason for why the rivs a blud ran. 

The warps were divided into two teams. 

The red and the blue ununited it seems. 

Warrender could see through this fake separations

Of the haves and havenots  and the patriot nations. 

Warrender could see through the blue-red warp fear. 

That their profits would lower if Bombagunds disappeared. 

The Bombagund makes all people frighted

The rivs a blud on the snow make us very ununited. 

“If you must kiel est, kiel me” Warrender called. 

“If you want blood on the sand, I’m willing to fall.

I I stand here a human between two Warp Teams.

Blow me into pieces, make me into baked beans.” 

“The Blue Warps and Red Warps, why is you fighted?

You are human like me, why ununited?

My blood it runs red and blue in my veins. 

We all bleed the same, we all feel pains. 

The sloothan warp Is hest not grand. 

The blood must be washed from the snow and sand.

The solution is simple, it’s called NOTARM

Warrener yelled out, “It’s do no harm”

Notarm the people on the Earth. 

Notarm each other a new peaceful rebirth. 

Hencefrom  notarm and all sit united. 

Compassionate solutions not selfish fighted. 

Henceforth no blud be spilled on ground. 

We’ll sit in love all gathered round. 

No warps, no more, no Bombagund. 

And the rivs a blud will no longer run. 

We’ll hest the sloothan warp hence now.

No more kiel est some how. 

Destroy every single bombagund.

So the rivs as blud no longer run. 

The Last Bombagund

Hakido walked towards the sun. 

He looked about and did not run.

At night he’d sleep upon the ground. 

Boyhood was lost and manhood found.

He’d swim in creeks, eat from the land,

Till he came to the ancient forest grand. 

The leaves were high the trees were tall. 

The rainforest birds gave a welcome call.

The canopy closed with no sunlight. 

The little hairy men came out at night. 

“Hakido you’ll come with us. 

We want to show you this old bus. 

“The bus is hidden in a cave. 

You’re a man now you can be brave. 

They walked up to the sacred mountain. 

The thunder clouds rained down a fountain. 

The cave was huge, cathedral rocks. 

Of stalactites, crystal outcrops. 

Hakido was despeeched. Eyes didn’t deceive. 

Twas a machine Hakido could not percieve. 

He said to the little men, “Why you trick us?”

What is this machine? It is not a bus.

“You brought me in here what is this found?

Is this the very last Bombagund I have found?”

He picked up the Bombagund he walked outside. 

He aimed it. He fired it. The forest was fried.

A skringing sound, sprushelness, boloxum and splatter. 

The forest black flattened like a nuclear flatter.

Hakido screamed when he opened his eyes. 

He’d never experienced such bad-sprise. 

The Bombagumd scroortch made a big dis-inter-figure

A crater and boloxum dust when he pulled the trigger. 

It cut through the forest blackened and fried. 

Left a scar and a crater 500m wide

Hakido yelled, “My eyes don’t deceive

Death and destruction, dead Earth I percieve. 

“Is this the very last Bombagund I have found?”

“This must be destroyed, must be broken down.

It’s not my decision. It belongs to the tribe.”

We must sit in circles colective decide”

“This Bombagund thing is a kiel est machine. 

If it gets out people might become mean. 

We’ve peace now on Earth we all live with love. 

This Bombagund thing could destroy all of the above. 

Hakido put it back into the cave. 

The hairy men said, “you are so brave.”

Hakido returned home from his walk about. 

A man now the tribe gave a joyous shout. 

Henceforth I have decision news. 

There’s one Bombagund  left. No lies. I tell trues.

Decision time now. We must be brave. 

I left it hidded up there in the cave.

Thundercloud daddo tell us Hakido said. 

The Legend of the Bombagund. The one in your head. 

Tell us about the Bombagund I have found.

Thundercloud gathered the whole tribe around. 

Henceforth from before Thundercloud sayed

The blue and red teams with Bombagunds played

Bombagund machines came from Warps who supplied.

The sloothan warp, rivs a blud so many died.

It all came down to just one man

The one called Warrender who whooshed into the land

Between the Blue and the Red Warps he stood all alone

And he brought World Peace to the Earth all on his own

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp Kiell est 

Legend of the Bombagun

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blood.

poetry

In order to know love

In order to know love
I must listen for the heart beat
Inhale deeply
And
Exhale

In order to know love
I must know loss
The joy of life
And
Death

In order to know love
I must know loneliness
The comfort of a hug
And
Wanting

In order to know love
I must know trust
Complete surrender
And
Betrayal

In order to know love
I must know myself
All the world around
And
You

In order to know love
I must know arid deserts
All the oceans
And
The stars

In order to know love
I must breathe it in
Breathe it out
And
Feel it.

In order to know love
We must feel love
Be love
And
Love

change, poetry, poetry

Data Harvesting

Data, the new oil

We’re going sequence every living thing on earth.

We’re going to sequence everybody in the world.

Are you being robbed?

Are you missing out?

Are you being paid?

Vapour trails in the ether

Location tracking

Date and time stamped.

Tracked by an Apple

Tracked by an Android

Ones and zeros obscuring dollar signs.

Facebook builds a history of….

Pop up advertising

Cross reference credit history, income statements and location

Providing a seamless experience in the metaverse

Data privacy and consent

There’s a lot of money in your data

Fitbit, heart rate

The price of Free

Your personal data is an asset to you

Or Google, Apple, Amazon, Facebook, Microsoft

and what ever government or corporation decided to harvest

Your data

Your oil

Your energy

We’re living in a time when big companies want to exploit the information we’ve given them for free.

Market value per user

The privacy crisis

Accept cookies

Software and big data

The internet of things

Terms and conditions

Accept

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Happy Memories and Non-violence

Some memories last a lifetime. Like happy memories. My childhood was blessed and I was surrounded with happy people. My parents, grandparents and my parents’ friends. We used to go bushwalking in the Grampians in Victoria. I was only 2 or 3 years old and I would run off up ahead along the track alone. I would watch the birds flitting in and out of the small shrubs and admire all the wild flowers that blossomed everywhere. Then I would run back to where the walking party was coming. Sometimes I would crouch down behind a tree and jump out and surprise everyone who was walking towards me. They would all act surprised and I would laugh because I thought that it was funny. I knew not to stray from the path because I could get lost. I never did get lost and I have never lost these happy memories.

I am the little boy in the photo below and holding me is a friend of my parents’, Laurie O’Brien. I always remember Laurie as a happy man and he still is. Today is his birthday and I couldn’t think of a better way to thank him for the memories than to write a happy birthday poem for him.

Memories of the Grampians

Happy Birthday it is true, Happy Birthday just for you

Happy Birthday, you are great. We love the way that you act 8.

Happy Birthday with lots of money. You know I’m just being funny

Wishing you this birthday wish, I hope you get a sloppy kiss

From your darling loving wife. Who has stuck with you all your life

Happy Birthday dear Laurie. You never seem to ever worry

I wrote this poem just for you. Read it when you’re in the loo

Happy Birthday Laurence O’Brien. I hope you have a wonderful time.

My Grandfather

Another fond memory that has never left me is that of my grandfather. He was killed in a car accident when I was only 4 years old. However the memories that I have of him are only positive. While my parents were working I would go a stay with my grandmother for the day. I used to arrive early and watch him shave before work. He would put shaving soap on my face and then pretend to shave it off. We would drive to the airport sometimes and as we would approach and overpassing bridge he say, “no more bridges” then as we went under the bridge he would tap me on the head with a rolled up newspaper and I would laugh. He would laugh. We’d both laugh together. I loved him and he loved me.

I have been fortunate in my life to have had happy and kind men around me when I was young. My father is one of those men. He never hit or smacked me and was always measured in his discipline preferring to use his words than any form of violence. For this I am grateful and this has been reflected in my peaceful non-violent attitude to life. I have never attacked anyone and only ever stepped in between people who were about to fight in order to protect them.

One year I was in West End in Brisbane and there was a drunk guy who was causing trouble. Five other guys were ushering him away and he was getting increasingly aggressive and agitated and starting to swing punches at them. I didn’t want to see him or them get hurt so I walked over, took off my shirt held up my arms and said, “if you want to hit someone hit me.” He punched into my stomach which was tensed and I felt his wrist crack. He then took a swing at my head and I ducked backwards. He just grazed my forehead and then stopped. I looked him square in the eye and said, “Is that it? Have you had enough?” His friend walked over and said to him, “I think you’d better go” He left. Nobody was hurt, except perhaps for his pride and fractured wrist.”

After I studied Environmental Science at university I worked for Greenpeace. The Cold War ended with the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 and then the START-Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty on the 31st of July 1991 and the break up of the USSR 26th of December 1991. So by the time I worked for Greenpeace the Cold War was over. The only problem was that the USA had so much money invested in the war machine and arms production that they were addicted to profits and then had to create conflicts in through lies and deceit by dehumanising muslim people.

Now in 2021 we are in one of the most peaceful times in human history. If we get rid of armies and weapons we can truely create abundance, wealth, security and peace on Earth for all people.

We can finally thrive together, care for on another and live in peace on Earth. I wrote the “Legend of the Bombagun” as a post war vision of the world that I would like to see in the future. Below is Part 1 and the rest is available in the second of my “in Nimbin” books, Lust in Nimbin available on Amazon.

My grandfather served in the ADF in WWII and I have always honoured him and the ANZACS for the sacrifices that they made. My belief is that one day the only armies that exist will be responsible for planting trees and vegetable gardens so we can all have freely available healthy nourishing food world wide and live in peace and war will only be a memory. Thank you to all the peaceful men in my life.

Legend of the Bombagund Part 1

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est.

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud. 

Over there in future Earth, 

Father tells his son a story. 

“Long ago the rivs were blud”

“This story will be gory.”

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est.

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud. 

Warrender came in a gust of whoosh.

Against no warp did he push,

The Pushers and their rivs a blud. 

All lay down the bombagun. 

The bombagun henceforth no gotten

But the rivs a blud are not forgotten. 

The peace now rigns not the bombagund

Warps rivs a blud no longer run. 

Henceforth the sloothan warp will never. 

Warp kiel est no more ever. 

Legend of the bombagund. 

Peace now reigns and the rivs are love. 

Warrender stood between the others. 

He said, “Hey warps, kiel me yor brutha”

The Warps they answered, “Why? But no.”

“There’s rivs a blud upon the snow”

“ These bombagund no need have gotten 

but the rivs a blud are not forgotten”

Warrender came to heal the Earth 

And the rivs now run clear rainbow birth. 

Henceforth they stopped the rivs a blud. 

And the rivs now flowing rivs a love. 

Warrender stopped the Bombagund

And the rivs a blud no longer run. 

“ Tell me dad. What’s a Bombagund?”

“Twas a machine to make the rivs a blud run son”

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est. 

Legend of the Bombagund. 

The rivs now flow clear rainbow love. 

Legend of the Bombagund Illustrated on YouTube.

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