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Free book, ebooks, print books

I have just released an number of books on Amazon and will continue to release another 10 books over the next 12 months.

I am running a number of FREE GIVE AWAY promotions and the current free give away ends soon. Search “Love in Nimbin” by Thundercloud Repairian on Google or Amazon and you can pick up a free copy today until 17/3/2020

You can also follow the link below.

FREE “LOVE IN NIMBIN” ebook by Thundercloud Repairian

Poetry to End Prohibition

Here is a free PDF of what the Tawny Frogmouth said

The Tawny Frogmouth on Prohibition Free PDF

You can purchase Thundercloud’s Poetry by going to the Book Page and following the links

10% from of the profit from all book sales goes towards the “Thundercloud Repairian Forest Fund” to plant remnant forest linking corridors and revegetate riparian zones along rivers and creeks to ensure and enable natural regeneration and rejuvenation of threatened species and ecosystems.

 

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Free “Love in Nimbin Ed 2” ebook

Love in Nimbin Edition 2 Book Launch

To celebrate the release of  “Love in Nimbin Edition 2” I am giving it away for FREE as an ebook for 5 days from 13th of March 2020 to the 17th of March 2020.

Just Click this link to get your FREE ebook copy of Love in Nimbin Edition 2

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change, ecosystems, Life lessons, poetry, writing

Speak to us of Lust

“Speak to us of Lust before you leave

Your vision of lust makes us think of greed”

 

The Thundercloud rained, “Lust is a double edged sword and can cut you to pieces or cut a path to your future”

Lust can keep you burning in hell with the lust to be perfect or lust for control. Lust can make you sick with obesity or destroy your character with spiteful words. Lust feeds you the “flavour point” with a perfect balance of salt, sugar and fat. Lust makes you waste time chasing Satan’s rainbow at the end of the video game, masturbate to porn, ejaculate and give up your dreams to please other people. Lust for food, money drugs, sex, tobacco, drugs, alcohol, adrenaline, causing fear and power.

Lust for power will make strong men weak with corruption.

Lust for beauty makes naturally beautiful women paint clown makeup on their face, cut their noses off, suck fat out, insert silicon, inject botox, lift faces, inject fillers, pay a fortune for a garment made by a woman paid one dollar per day and pay a personal trainer to tell them to move their fat ass,

“Lust for life” said Thundercloud, “that’s a whole other ballgame and that is the edge of the sword that you want to use”

Lust for life can take you walking up mountains, past crystal waterfalls, into caves with treasure of silver and gold. Lust for life is knowing your purpose and where you are headed. Lust for Life is the Captain of the Pirate Ship heading straight into the storm knowing that there is smooth sailing on the other side.

Lust for Life can make you say “See you later baby… I’m outta here”

Lust for Life wakes you at 4:30am and says get up and exercise in the cold winter morning. It takes you down the health food isle and makes you repulsed by the sweets,  crisps and sugary soft drinks isle of the supermarket. Lust for life has you growing you own organic vegetables and eating a predominantly plant based diet. Lust for life has you shopping at the Organic Food Cooperative and avoiding the supermarket altogether.

Lust for life has you driven by purpose setting goals, plans and applying them in action that sees you getting what you want.

Lust for life is the rain which sprouts the seed, the storm that feeds the river.

Lust for life is showing the truth to a liar like a lightning bolt to a tree on a hill.

Lust for life says goodbye narcissist and hello humility, goodbye judgement and hello acceptance, hello self love and goodbye hateful people, goodbye and you are welcome to play with your gang of bullies but I don’t want any part of it.

“Is that all?” the crowd asked

“No” replied Thundercloud

“Tell us more please” they begged

“NO” Thundercloud boomed out, ” I have plans to sprout seeds, fill rivers and strike lone trees on hills to make ozone”

And Thundercloud stormed off leaving behind a rainbow.

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50 Thousand Years

1st Prize, Crocodile Crawl and Marathon Swim in Nimbin Pool Olympics

It was my 50,000th birthday yesterday so I have decided that I will share all my poetry from the last 24 hours. However, first I want to announce that I achieved a lifelong dream of Olympic Gold in the Nimbin Pool Olympics on the 27th of January 2020. I won’t be going to the Tokyo Olympic Games but I am seriously considering entering the 50m butterfly in the Pan Pacific Masters Games #PPMG2020 on the Gold Coast in November because with dedicated training, I can win.

This first one celebrates my sons and the gift of life from my two past wives.

Thanks for the gift of life
From my first and second wife
Our three sons are my greatest gift
Everywhere they go spirits lift
Clay, Luca and Sacha are my sons
The Builder of Earth, The Light of Moon, The Protective ,Caring One
Carrying Water mixing Earth, and Light
The love of two people in the Moon Light
I sowed the seeds and nurtured my sons
They look to me as The Role Model One
I express gratitude
for their attitude
Their smiles, hugs,
that they are peaceful not thugs
They grow and show love
Protect, build and shine light above
Thanks for the gift life
From my first and second wife

This poem is about self care because if you don’t care for yourself how can you care for others?

My time alone is time I own
I’ll spend it productively alone
Time for self, mental and physical health
As my health is my wealth

Quiet time is sublime
Where I find the words that rhyme
So I will write in the night
Words to inspire and delight

Time for me is time I’m free
To create my life for me
Where I inspire others higher
In the quiet time when I retire

I’m in Brisbane visiting my parents and son amd when I went outside in the night to pee, I noticed the difference and decided to write about it. Please pardon my profanity 😉

The city and bush

The city at night is incredibly quiet with only a far away hum
Back in the Bush sound surrounds insects, frogs are around so back to the Bush I’ll run

The city at night is filled with light
Even when the moon does not shine
In the Bush I see stars, wallabies not cars
And The Milky Way in a bright line

In the city asleep, you don’t hear a peep
But the hum of the air conditioners ring
In the Bush hear the breeze, in leaves of trees
And Cicadas that make my ears ring

I heard a bird, he said some words
“faaaark the city I’m a crow”
“there’s many birds in the Bush, so off I’ll push
“off to the faaaaarkin Bush I’ll go”

I’ll get out alive, thrive not survive
So I made a decision to leave
In the Bush I am happy, life’s peaceful not crappy
But the city makes me want to cry and grieve

I won’t look behind, life is sublime
I am lucky I live with the land
In the city day and night, there’s struggle and fight
But in the Bush the beauty is grand.

There’s a lumpy old stump that I love to jump
Wind blows the leaves on the ground
Now I sit in a White box with a fan at the top
Going around and around

I’m going back On a winding logging track
That’s now a road for a car
I will be fine in the Bush anytime
And The city, long gone and far

Anticomplaint

Today I’ll complain
I know its strange
But I also wake up with pain
I wouldn’t usually tell you
I just push through
And manage it with my brain
I want to complain
About sun and rain
And fuckas
In my news feed
That whinge and complain
About the hot and cold
New and old
And can’t handle the truth
From people like me
Who are BOLD

I Emptied MY cup
But filled it back up
Because who wants to be
A useless fukup
So I won’t complain
Put my shit in your brain
With your pussy attitude
Are you sane?
Lift my spirit high
Fly in the sky
Experience all of life
With joy and not cry
Laughing with happiness
Passion and bliss
My puspose to uplift
As people need this
And I will no longer
Whine nor complain
About pain
But take action
not get sucked down the drain

I won’t complain
Nobody wants to hear it
I am an uplifter
An uplifting spirit
My purpose to share my words to uplift
Sometimes a slap in the face book
Is lifes greatest gift.

STOP IT

Stop trying and just decide to do it
Stop crying and go through with it
Stop giving up and start something new
Stop procrastinating and just do
Stop surviving and thrive
Stop drifting and drive
Stop hating and love
Stop fearing have courage
Stop sinking and swim
Stop drinking alcohol and live
Stop taking and give
Stop shaming and forgive
Stop fighting and care
Stop cutting and grow hair
Stop complaining and be sane
You are responsible for the thoughts and actions of your brain

Birds, bees, flowers, forest trees, we are in the need of these.
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 left 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 frogmouths 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, 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.