... row, row, row your boat gently down the stream ....

The world turns, earthquakes rattle round the globe, wars and rumours of wars, ... and so it goes. Artificial intelligence, the internet of things, smart meters and a brave new world doesn’t just beckon, it hurtles towards mankind as does the cashless society with all the implications seen and unseen.

Meanwhile, here in Oz, ‘same sex marriage’ has dominated the airways and been deeply divisive. Being deeply divisive is no reason to not have a debate – life itself is ‘deeply divisive’ – but there was no debate, just words of fury and resentment sprayed.

Am I in favour of gay/lesbian couples having the same rights as heterosexual couples? Yes I am. Am I in favour of redefining marriage? No, I’m not. Call it a union and leave marriage as it is. This position puts me at odds with two thirds of the population and doesn’t endear me to them but the reasons why I hold that view aren’t accepted as valid by those who just see the same sex marriage issue as one of discrimination.

Tradition? Dismissed as irrelevant but is it when it’s not just a religious tradition but cuts across both culture and religion and has endured as the basic building block of society for thousands of years.

It’s not an issue for which I’d go to war and I’m happy to accept that the majority view prevails but the suggestion that this issue should have been decided by parliament alone and that ‘it’s a waste of money’ doesn’t wash for me.

Some of my family still love me regardless of differing views whereas others just see me as a bigot. Bit sad really. Spent most of my working life cleaning up after others and looking after the disabled and, all the while, accepting people as they are and not as I’d wish them to be. It’s the content of ones character which matters to me and not the sexual orientation. That being said, I have to wonder about such slogans as ‘Born this way’ as if that wouldn’t also apply to less accepted forms of sexual behaviour. There is an agenda at work which will not be satisfied with a same sex marriage victory and I hold that view because nothing in life stands in isolation and agendas are evident everywhere. But perhaps you have to look beyond an acceptance of truth as revealed by the media – a media controlled by those with their own agenda.

It’s depressing but there it is. ‘Same sex marriage’ becomes of critical importance yet the idea of an Aboriginal Advisory body being attached to parliament gets dismissed by our Prime Minister. Who is discriminated against in this society? Not a word from those who have spent so much time, energy, influence and wealth in pushing the agenda of ‘same sex marriage.’ That may not be ‘the truth’ as my own ‘letter to the editor’ on the value of having an Aboriginal Advisory body didn’t see the light of day and, perhaps, there were other letters which suffered the same fate.

Twin towers and Building 7. The hole in the Pentagon. The hole in the ground at Shanksville with no bodies found. If this means nothing to you then you’re not alone but, to me, these are the vital aspects of 9/11 which lead to an understanding that this was not the work of some bearded terrorists of Middle Eastern background.

The system of Central Banks, privately owned and able to print money out of thin air. Banks too big to fail. Wow. Empires come and go but banks are somehow immune from disaster? How is that possible? Sleight of hand and trickery. My intelligent brother in law insists that the Federal Reserve is not privately owned but he’s wrong. The name ‘Federal Reserve’ is very clever. It implies a government connection which doesn’t exist.

It’s a cool misty morning here in the mountains. A Currawong pierces me through the window with a beady yellow eye and I give it some morsel of food. My sister quietly asks me what brings me joy. The playing of music helps and, of course, there are joyful exceptions to my somewhat bleak view of humanity. That there is a spiritual aspect to life, largely unseen and unspoken, is deep in my heart .... or wherever such perceptions reside.

I’m in the midst of a second game of correspondence chess with an old mate who lives on the other side of this continent. The first game took ten years and this second one started in 2009. The games aren’t the point. The connection via infrequent letters are a delight and stand in stark contrast to twitters and facebook connections. I don’t know how much those connections mean to others but they don’t appeal to me. We don’t cover the sort of issues raised here, it’s more about the garden in which both of us take pleasure, his motorbikes, my musical endeavours and the small but beautiful aspects of life.