animals, health, Life lessons, poetry, prohibition, writing

Tawny Frogmouth’s Pain

Last night I went for a drive to collect some eucalyptus seeds so that I can grow some seedlings to plant trees for koala corridors. It was just on dusk and the tawny frogmouth was sitting peacefully on the driveway. I got out of my ute and approached him. Then he majestically flew off into the night. This is the message that he ;eft with me last night.

 

The Tawny Frogmouth came again last night and said,

“I hate to be a pain, but prohibition is is causing harm to livers and damage to the brain”

There are so many people who want to medicate themself,

but they can’t get real medicine so end up damaging their health”

Cannabis is prohibited but cures cancer and also pain

Magic mushrooms cure depression, reset and reactivate your brain

DMT is made by your lungs, in your pineal gland in roots and bark of trees for free

It is one of the most endogenously produced and healing substances denied from you and me

Alcohol is a poison and damages your liver and brain

But marketed and freely sold, prohibition is insane”

The Tawny Frogmouth said, “take a long hard look at yourself

Why prohibit medicines but sell what is bad for your health?

We tawny frogmouth owls wonder if you humans are sane?

Why do you drink alcohol which damages yous kidneys and your brain

You would be better off without alcohol,” the tawny frogmouth said

But magic mushrooms, cannabis, harmaline and DMT grow new brain cells in your head

“I am a psychedelic tawny frogmouth, I just love and wish you well

And that you recover from your alcoholism that makes you unwell and your life hell. ”

Please, I love you, please,  I love you, I’ll ask you once again

Please care and nurture your own health, I am crying here in pain”

The Tawny frogmouth came last night and this is what he said

“Please stop drinking alcohol, ”  I heard him in my head.

Life lessons, writing

He existed but did not live

Woe looked but did not see
Listened but did not hear
Touched but did not feel
Ate but but did not taste
Inhaled but did not smell
Thought but did not sense
Believed but did not question
He walked but never stopped to rest
Created everything he looked at, listened to, touched, ate, inhaled, thought and believed
He lived in a grey city, In a musty smelling grey box, with grey walls, one window, a concrete floor and in the grey night with the glow of ambient city light all he could hear was grey noise and a high pitched ringing noise in his head. He had an old black and white TV which only had one channel which only every played a test pattern (in black and white). Every other channel played grey static. It was an old Cathode Ray Tube analogue TV with big transistors and he had to get up and walk over to the tv to turn it off every night after he had fallen asleep on his grey couch watching the test pattern in black and white.

He was tired
He was unwell
His life a hell
He said of himself
How can I change?
I have created this hell here on Earth which is strange

One day he turned on his black and white TV and the test pattern was in colour and out of the speaker was playing a choir of birds singing.
Woe had difficulty sleeping that night.

Woe woke up in the night and needed to go to the toilet so he went through the door to his bathroom but there was no bathroom and he found himself in a forest. He turned around to look back in his grey box but as he turned around a gust of wind blew the door shut. He panicked as he realized he was only wearing grey pyjamas and he didn’t have his key. He ran toward the door but it just disappeared right before his eyes and turned into a weathered grey fencepost wrapped up in barbed wire. He felt for his phone but it wasn’t there.

Weathered grey fence post
When he turned back his grey box turned into a grey fencepost wrapped in barbed wire

Woe sat down on the ground.

He looked around and saw blue skies turning greenish grey with afternoon thunderclouds, black ants, blue dragonflies, rainbow birds, and trees all shades of emerald and green with barks of white, orange and yellowish brown, while a red belly black snake slid by and he found
Himself listening and heard the rustle of wind in the grass, frogs singing, cicadas, and the screech of yellow tail black cockatoos, whip birds, cuckolds and bell birds.
He put his hands on the Earth and ran them through the damp grass that he was sitting on. His legs were wet and the water was soaking through his shorts. He removed his shirt and felt the sun on his lean muscular body, Something crawled on his shoulder and he saw it was a green worm so he picked up a leaf and the worm crawled on the leaf and he put it on the ground.
Woe noticed that beside him was growing a Midyim Bush with tiny pink speckled berries so he put one into his mouth and it tasted sweet like a raindrop of rose and vanilla ice cream so he picked half a handful and put them all in his mouth at once.
As the juice trickled out of the corner of his mouth he inhaled deeply and smelt the musty humid moist air of the forest after the rain. He inhaled again and smelt, lantana, eucalyptus in the air.
Suddenly he heard thunder rolling in the distance.
He thought to himself, I love this feeling of freedom and I am so grateful that I have this beauty in my life.
Woe was still.
Woe rested.
It was good.
All was well
He lay down and fell asleep on the damp grass and the clouds came over and the rain started.

Tall Blue Gum Trees
He saw blue sky, and all shades of emerald and green.


Woe woke up,
On a grey couch
with a grey test pattern
With Grey Static noise
In his Grey Box
The fire alarm was going off
The fire sprinklers were flooding his grey box

Woe ran outside to escape the fire.
And as he looked back saw his grey box burning to the ground.
He felt for his phone but realised he was wearing his grey pyjamas.
Stunned,
Woe sat down.

He looked up and saw a rainbow.

Life lessons, poetry, writing

My Ancestral Legacy

My first book, “Love in Nimbin” was dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Arthur William Musgrove on his birthday 16/1/2017. This year, on his birthday I decided to donate my double decker bus, Atlantis to the town and people of Nimbin so that the community can have a free public transport system. I initially bought Atlantis as part of a project to make a free school travelling and teaching wellness and sustainable off grid lifestyles. However since arriving in Nimbin that dream morphed into Nimbin Free Cooperative Communiversity which launches on the 21st of January 2020. I also think that it is time to move on from living in Atlantis and that she would best serve a whole community like Nimbin. So the commitment is to give Atlantis to Nimbin, raise the funds to ensure she is renovated to meet road safety and registration requirements and then Nimbin will have public transport around the village for locals and visitors at an affordable cost. 

The Gentle Man

Eye of Atlantis the 1971 Leyland Atlantean
The new face of Nimbin Public Transport Cooperative Atlantis.

Arthur was a bear 

A bear who could hug with great care

Loving in a manly way 

Kind and happy, laugh and play

Always with gentle care

Arthur was a great big bear

He taught me how  to be a man

To walk with strength but softly

 

In the garden waits a boy

Beep of a horn, shouts of joy

Bumpa, grandpa coming home

Plums and lemons, grass freshly mown

Driving out on the freeway

“No more bridges” is the game we play 

In me, Arthur is forever more

The gentle man lives on for sure

 

Happy Birthday Bumpa our Grandpa
You died in a car crash when I was young
so I’m giving this as a gift of life to Nimbin
so that everyone can enjoy her and have fun
She will drive about Nimbin
People will not need their car
Just for the cost of a donation
Carrying locals and visitors from afar
Happy birthday my ancestors
This is how I honour you
A gift for future generations
Is my gift in Honour of you.
Happy Birthday

 

16/1/2020 Happy Birthday Bumpa, Arthur William Musgrove my grandpa
He killed in a car crash when I was four                                                                               Another driver went through a stop sign and hit his driver door                                          He gave me many good memories and lessons. Number one,  how to shave with razor. Number two. He also taught me to be a gentleman.

I want to honour his memory and give a gift of unity
I can’t give it to him but it’s a gift that can serve a whole community.
My grandfather was a soldier and he taught me to fight for peace.
So I studied Environmental Science and got a job at Greenpeace.
Greenpeace taught me to bear witness and to take action on solutions.
From my grandfather the soldier, Greenpeace and now living in Nimbin I learnt that together as a community we are stronger.
I want to give Atlantis, the double decker bus to the whole Nimbin community to use as a free public transport system in and around Nimbin for the whole community to enjoy.
But it needs a little work, money and people to help do it however, Atlantis is still in very sound condition.
And I am asking for ideas and for help so that Nimbin can have free public transport for locals and visitors.
Can you help?
This would mean people could get home and into town safely and visitors could enjoy it too.
I would love your hear your ideas.

Atlantis Leyland Atlantean 1971
Atlantis Rainbow Art by Seb Humphreys
Life lessons, poetry, prohibition, writing

The Troll and The Flower

The Troll and the Flower

Once upon a time there was a troll.

She dug herself a very big dark deep hole.

At the bottom of the hole she placed a beautiful flower with a light shining on it.

Many people saw the flower and were lured into the bottom of the dark deep hole

Where the troll was waiting for them,

Now I am not going to finish this story yet, but there is a troll and now there are many people down the hole wanting to know what will happen next.

The troll laughed. “Mwahahahaha mwhahahaha You’ve been trolled”

This is called ……

Trolling.

This is what Trolls do, they Con-Troll people

“and then flower,

said to the troll.

My name is Cannabis,

it’s time to roll..(Max Stone)….and of myself I am in control” 

The Troll replied, “My name is Alcohol the Troll.

Cannabis gave a shout

“It’s time for me to get out”

Then the troll sung a song

“My name is Alcohol and I am a troll

When people are lured into my hole they get scared and lose control.

I am Alcohol the troll, in my hole I put abuse

But I’m attractive like a flower and for being a troll I’ve no excuse.

I’m a troll called Alcohol and in fear I am evil

To myself and other people, I’m a Alcohol the troll and I destroy people”

“Lured in my hole. A poison spirit that is evil.”

 

 The little weed gave a shout, “I’m going to get out”

Of this hole with Alcohol because I am in control

 

Cannabis climbed out

And he gave a shout

I had some self doubt

That I can live without 

Alcohol the Troll but I am in control.

 

In the light Cannabis grows because he took control and rose

Away from Alcohol the Troll and got out of the hole

Took care of himself, Light and nutrients for health

While troll sat at home, In her hole all alone

 

 In the end Cannabis kept rolling

Went dancing, singing, bowling

Met a mushroom that was glowing

Worked together and kept growing

And The Troll stayed there

In the hole in despair

Looking for an excuse 

To blame and inflict more abuse

Would never introspect

Never self reflect

Would always grumble

Was never humble

Until one day there was a light

And Troll got a big fright

Looked in the mirror one night

Saw she was all white

From the lack of light

Hate, envy, fear of the bright

Troll eventually took control

Dug herself out of the hole

And up Troll rose

Like the Cannabis flower grows

But it took a long while 

for the Troll to start to smile

She’ d lost the flower that she loved

When Cannabis rose above

The Troll and lack of love

In joy and peace like above

 

Eventually the Troll rose above 

Her hole of fear and lack of love

But this isn’t where it ends

In the hole, troll lost her friends

Who yelled and shouted from above

“Get out of this hole without love”

And finally Troll was well

Got out of self made hell

Stopped the Alcohol abuse

The blame, guilt and being a victim as an excuse

Filled in the hole which was very scary

And in its place planted rosemary

And the Alcohol the Troll was beaten

Water and nutrients, drank and eaten

And Troll found out that the Cannabis fairy

Was full of love and not scary

And both the Cannabis Flower and The Troll grows

Because out of the alcohol hole they rose. 

animals, Life lessons, poetry, writing

Little Bird

Little bird had a fear

So he let his fear disappear

If I jump, I won’t die

All the other birds can fly

The little bird jumped from the nest

It was time to face his biggest test

Little bird said “it’s time to leave

Jump from this nest and self believe”

I can do it jump from high

And I’ll be Flying in the sky

Little bird fell towards the ground

He gave a fearful cheeping sound

Opened heart then wings with love

Fell towards the Earth from the nest above

If I hit the ground I’m going to die

So he opened his wings and began to fly

He flapped and flapped, flapped some more

Just before the bottom he began to soar

An in that moment began to fly

Ascended up into the sky

And he whistled happy loud

“I can fly up to the cloud

I jumped, I flew, I didn’t die

Now I’m free to loop and soar in the sky

I have ascended and I am free

From the nest that nurtured me

I may not fly up to the sun

Come and fly with me and we’ll have fun”

And The last thing he was heard

Yelling, “Jump from the nest little bird

You will fly and have a wonderful time

Jump from the nest and you’ll start flying”

Don’t sit in the nest worried crying

Open your heart and wings you won’t be dying

animals, book, Life lessons, poetry, writing

Three Seahorses

More animal poetry is on the way when I listen to what the animals say

I’ve finished writing “Seahorse Medicine for future humans” and my next step is to illustrate, edit and format for print but that takes time and money both of which are stretched thin at the moment. However, I do keep on writing and now have enough poetry for a second book of children’s animal poetry (Seahorse Medicine Too Grow) as well as begining on a third collection called “Seahorse Medicine Three: Animals speak through me.”

The following poems will be included in the third book

The Bush Turkey

The Bush turkey is a nurturing man

Hatches the eggs because he can

In the forest

Scratch around

Pile the leaves 

Bush turkey mound

Raises the kids 

For his wife

Father nurtures

New young life

Feels the temperature

Neck of yellow

Patient waiting

Until chicks cheep, “hello”

“Daddy, daddy we love you”

For all the nurturing 

You do”

Bush turkey

With a head of red

Yellow necklace

Powerful legs

Wings of Black

Lustre Shine

You nurture life

You are 

Divine

Brother Bush turkey

Came toward me

His three sisters hid away

He’d come over as a decoy

To protect his sisters

What a boy

There was dad

Working hard

Big yellow neck

Scratching hard

With powerful legs

Adjust the temperature

Incubating eggs

Gentle men

Care and protect

Nurture family

And respect life

Just like a Bush turkey

Soldier Crabs 1

Sensitive and strong 

With armour of blue

Left right left right 

How do you

Not trip over 

With so many legs

Running all together 

And not tangle your legs?

 

Tiny Birds

Little tiny birds fly towards the light

To escape the darkness and when they’re closed inside

Up towards the heaven where the sun lights up the sky

Little birds swoop and soar towards the light up high

Honeyeater
Honey Eater

Fairy Wren

Fairy Wren with a head of blue

You only ever sing words true

Fairy Wren you are correct

Because you know cause and effect

And if you ever tell a lie

A part inside of you will die

Honest little Fairy Wren

I trust you my blue head friend

 

Fairy wren said, “Please Stop Striving

Against each other, fussing and fighting

We’re all in this together

Let’s work for peace forever

All beings can live in love

Not only the peace dove

It’s time that you decide

To cooperate and stop to strive

 

Fairy Wren with a head of blue

I’ve taken on your words as true

Ensure my words are true and correct

My cause correct, the right effect

Throat chakra shining brilliant blues

Only singing loving truths

Honest little Fairy Wren

You show the way my truthful friend

 

Life lessons, poetry, writing

654321

654321

In the numbers please read this one

It is in the numbers and now is the time

To make the change and start feeling fine

Are you ready for my magic tricks

Listen as I count back from six

Six, five, four, three two one

I’ll be loving kind and the world is one

I’ll live in love and nurture every life

I do not harm and make no strife

Imagine peace, look into my eyes

Relax and let me hypnotize

Six fix four three two one

Peace on Earth has now begun

I’ll volunteer and all will thrive

I’ll live in joy happy to be alive

I nurture all and have gratitude

With a compassionate understanding attitude

In the numbers change is here

Old habits dropped from this year

No violence only bliss and unity

I’ll nurture self and my community

654321

Peace on Earth has now begun

I listened and looked into your eyes

I feel secure, I am hypnotized

Thank you now I’m feeling fine

I believe you and that now is the time