The Uluru Statement 

                                                                              The Uluru Statement from the Heart 

We, gathered at the 2017 National Constitutional Convention, coming from all points of the southern sky, make this statement from the heart:  

Our Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander tribes were the first sovereign Nations of the Australian continent and its adjacent islands, and possessed it under our own laws and customs. This our ancestors did, according to the reckoning of our culture, from the Creation, according to the common law from ‘time immemorial’, and according to science more than 60,000 years ago.  

This sovereignty is a spiritual notion: the ancestral tie between the land, or ‘mother nature’, and the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples who were born therefrom, remain attached thereto, and must one day return thither to be united with our ancestors. This link is the basis of the ownership of the soil, or better, of sovereignty. It has never been ceded or extinguished, and co-exists with the sovereignty of the Crown.  

How could it be otherwise? That peoples possessed a land for sixty millennia and this sacred link disappears from world history in merely the last two hundred years?  

With substantive constitutional change and structural reform, we believe this ancient sovereignty can shine through as a fuller expression of Australia’s nationhood.  

Proportionally, we are the most incarcerated people on the planet. We are not an innately criminal people. Our children are aliened from their families at unprecedented rates. This cannot be because we have no love for them. And our youth languish in detention in obscene numbers. They should be our hope for the future.  

These dimensions of our crisis tell plainly the structural nature of our problem. This is the torment of our powerlessness.  

We seek constitutional reforms to empower our people and take a rightful place in our own country. When we have power over our destiny our children will flourish. They will walk in two worlds and their culture will be a gift to their country.  

We call for the establishment of a First Nations Voice enshrined in the Constitution.  

Makarrata is the culmination of our agenda: the coming together after a struggle. It captures our aspirations for a fair and truthful relationship with the people of Australia and a better future for our children based on justice and self-determination.  

We seek a Makarrata Commission to supervise a process of agreement-making between governments and First Nations and truth-telling about our history.  

In 1967 we were counted, in 2017 we seek to be heard. We leave base camp and start our trek across this vast country. We invite you to walk with us in a movement of the Australian people for a better future.




unexpected action and reaction from youtube 

Strange times ... 9/11 deserves close scrutiny however the song/video that  youtube queries has had barely 100 views. Begs the question - how did it  end up crossing the path of censors.

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I checked youtubes guidelines and don’t feel or think that this video is problematic and so appealed their decision on the following basis but was not expecting a reply: 

The lyrics to the song point to the impossibility of Building 7 - not hit by a plane - collapsing as it did. The laws of physics are revealed in the song. 

What possible harm can the truth do to you or I? That's all the song is. 

Unlikely to be viewed by children but it's no worse than the 'daily news' or video games. 

Is this the only reason that this song comes to your attention? 

It’s been ‘good’ to have youtube as a platform however I’m disappointed to see thoughtful channels I subscribe to just disappear and NOT ONE advocates violence but all ask questions. That's what happens in a democracy ... freedom of speech and so on. 

So here’s a question for you – who sits on your community standards board, what qualifications are 'needed' and who checks the checkers? 

cheers David Griffith 

I did get a reply which reads as follows: 

Hello saucepanbach, 

  We have reviewed your appeal for the following content: 

  Video: two planes - three towers 

  After taking another look, we can confirm that your content does not violate our Community Guidelines. 

  Thanks for your patience while we reviewed this appeal. Our goal is to make sure content doesn't violate our Community Guidelines so that YouTube can be a safe place for all - and sometimes we make mistakes trying to get it right. We're sorry for any frustration our mistake caused you, and we appreciate you letting us know. 

  How this affects your channel 

  To make this right, we've removed the age restriction on your content. 

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The YouTube Team 


These are the lyrics. 

Two planes  ...    three towers 

Can’t get those images  from out my head 

Two planes  ...   three towers 

A few thousand here then millions dead 

 I looked at it once and it wouldn’t go away 

I looked at it twice and it was gone within days 

Is it only the architects who question the rubble 

where the towers used to be? 

.....  all fall down, free fall down ..... impossible 

Two wars  ....  no cause 

No bringing of freedom to a soul 

Not one  ....  just blood 

and the tears and the oil and the gold   

I looked at it hard and it wouldn’t go away 

I looked hard again and it was gone within days 

Is it only engineers who question the rubble 

where the towers used to be? 

.....  all fall down, free fall down ..... impossible 

Two planes  ...  three towers 

A conjurer’s trick to deceive 

Who gains?  ....  another tale 

It’s only physics here revealed 

.....  all fall down, free fall down ..... impossible

the village bully 

Every village has a bully, learnt behaviour from a dull awareness. Can’t tell the bully that unless he’s somehow scared of you and, even then, it’s unlikely to change behaviour. 

As a child the bully looms large and is to be avoided. Easier said than done in a village and just as complicated in the wider world ‘village’ where nations become bullies as their growing power leads to expansion with all the temptations to ‘do as thou will’ taking precedence over ‘do unto others as you’d have done to oneself.’ 

China behaves as a petulant child on the world stage and acts as America is used to doing. Employ sanctions, disregard trade treaties and all to show its displeasure because it is criticised or questioned at all. Small wonder that its neighbours are in a state of alarm. 

China’s behaviour is more in keeping with Trumps vainglorious bullying approach to complex situations than what I would hope for from a civilisation which, in its antiquity, gave the world the I Ching. 

The Peoples Communist Party – which people? 

Not the ones who question, internally or externally, that much is clear. 

Meanwhile the image of a bully remains. Horrifying. 

To be clear – any serious research shows that 9/11 was a coup – as in a sudden, illegal, often violent, taking of power, Not that the U.S. government was involved. A cabal with no interest in taking the reins of the U.S. government were absolutely committed to swaying public opinion in the direction desired – perhaps what they perceived as the ‘National Good’, perhaps not - and they did it and then disappeared into the woodwork like cockroaches while unending wars result. Who benefits and follow the money. 

George Bush wasn’t bright enough to be part of this coup, those around him are another matter. 

A recently released four year study into the destruction of Building 7 proves that demolition was the ONLY way in which computer modelling can describe exactly what the video evidence of its collapse indicates. 

If that were widely known perhaps civil war would erupt and so this crucial evidence is not mentioned – not in public, not by the media. 

‘Building 7 – never heard of it.’ 

‘My point exactly.’ 

Google and Youtube continue to demonetarise or delete channels and make difficult to find such information. Who checks the fact checkers. 

There is no such thing as alternative facts – how can there be? A fact is a fact, the rest is a lie, a way of using language to sow doubt and muddy the waters.


Is it a nod or a wink? 

A wink is as good as a nod to a blind horse. 

We’re being herded, corralled and given little choice about the matter. Public health, safety and so on. 

Just the musings of an ordinary bloke but the changes within my lifetime are as immense as the dystopian possible futures defined by much of the science fiction I devoured so many decades ago. 

How disappointing, within those fabulous tales, was the idea that hierarchies, the pyramid type so prevalent here on Earth, prevail throughout the Universe. Intergalactic wars without end. 

A ‘dog eat dog’ Universe, ‘Cowboys and Indians in Space’, not much to look forward to if that were the whole of the truth. 

Other dimensions. 

So – ‘belief and knowledge and the difference between’ and is the world I’m living in, the changes being foisted upon us, just accidental, are our leaders just blundering from crisis to crisis or – if the world is a grand chessboard, an idea familiar to most of us, - is there strategy, plans developed, stealth employed perhaps to achieve aims largely unspoken or disguised. 

Who needs conspiracy theories when real conspiracies abound. 

I lament the fact that when trust breaks down relationships suffer, wither and decline and this is true personally, nationally and internationally. 

I lament the lack of ethics which invariably cause the destruction of that trust. 

I know life isn’t fair but that’s no justification for drinking from that trough, from behaving unfairly oneself. That was one of the ideas I gleaned from a Christian childhood upbringing which still makes sense to me and echoes Christ’s injunction to love one another which, necessarily, makes slavery of any description impossible. 

Here in Australia an opportunity arose recently to ‘put it to the people,’ by way of a referendum, that Aboriginal Australia have a ‘voice’ – they don’t even have a treaty – the Prime Minister of the day refused to entertain the idea. It’s more nuanced than that but a disgrace nonetheless. What trust is there in a National Apology if words don’t lead to action and real change in a positive direction. 

Palestinians suffer under seventy years of illusory ‘peace talks’ where Israel has all the power and jackboots its way to solving the Palestinian problem by total control of resources and ever expanding ‘settlements’ thus condemning Palestinians to ghettos. 

It’s such a familiar story, nothing learnt from the horrors of the Second World War. 

A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind horse. 

Business as usual – just a change in the terms and conditions. 

Just musings because … there’s a lot going on apart from the care of a garden. Having said that – a small crop of red currants are almost ready for picking while the garlic crop isn’t far behind. Hooray. 

Nature doesn’t miss a beat.


pretending to be dead? 

‘The land of the free’ … gee whiz that sounds great and yet … free to be, free to do, free to move, free to speak – but all with limitations set by culture, custom and law. Not total freedom which is just as well with monsters on the loose. 

Free to be what? Free to do what? Certainly free to speak both lies and truth. 

Whose freedom and at whose expense?

Freedom to question is beyond precious. 

Across the seas and …’Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.’ Really? Britons have been quite comfortable with keeping a semblance of freedom at home which has been partially and ruthlessly gained at the expense of the populations of their previous Empire.  

 ‘… and so it has always been’ echoes the comment across time by a law maker I met. 

Words are slippery, change meaning as they move from hand to mouth, from mind to speech. 

What a woeful specimen of humanity Trump, the apprentice president, the tin-pot ‘would be dictator’ is. 

Who could argue with that statement when the ‘leader of the free world’ is a compulsive liar – that fact alone diminishes the U.S.A. and about half its voting population. They would argue, no doubt, that Trump’s failings as a human being don’t matter because some greater goal is being served and, perhaps,  … ‘mysterious are the ways of God.’ 

Of course they are but that’s no excuse for abandoning reason or common sense. 

Trump is the triumph of personality over character. A narcissistic  personality belonging to a man with no character. 

Character matters, it’s character which nourishes. Personality should be the outward expression of character. Ultimately, it’s the icing on the cake and not the cake itself. 

Enough of that. America is working out its destiny with a blind indifference by the present leader to the reality of the day – it includes a pandemic which is real. 

Meanwhile, here in a garden, the Tiger lilies are leaping from the ground and either crouching or up to chest height, laden with orange and brown flowers, just starting to bloom. Fragrance from a Mandarin and an Orange tree add to the Jasmine which perfume the air. A Dogwood goes from green to cream, startles the eye, magnificent.

a few moments pass 

My neighbour and I go for a walk. A blustery warm early summer day where weeding, transplanting, planting and rearranging all fit together and then time for a walk and a few days of freedom enough to not be part of the desperation being felt throughout the world - to be able to continue with the garden and some sense of normality. Another week of long days will set the garden up for high summer and – who knows what that brings. 

Here, we’ve barely been affected by the virus. Many of us live quietly on the fringes of great suburban sprawls. Apart from masks I’m not affected. Notwithstanding the ‘Lucky country’ irony and reality, we’re in just as precarious a position in the context of a wider world. 

Here, and nature flourishes, Tiger Lilies burst forth out of the ground, TreeFerns unfurl their fronds in some ecstatic harmony which reminds me of ships setting sail. 

‘Covid’ – say it fast enough and it sounds like Covert, under the cover. Don’t know quite what to make of that but ‘track and trace’ is all in place, all for ‘good and sound’ public health reasons and it won’t disappear when the pandemic gets replaced with yet another urgent problem. 

Our local pub has started up their weekly live music nights again. Hooray for a bright spot. Most ‘sign in’ with their phones, a quick and easy QR scan, a matrix bar code which has become commonplace. My phone is old and I’m allowed to sign in with pen and paper but … for how long is anyone’s guess. It’s the ease with which our lives, our behaviour is being changed and manipulated which is of concern, the flow on effect as our children and grandchildren become accustomed to a reality which is basically being manufactured before our eyes in a way never seen before. It’s not benign, it’s a business model where we become the product. 

Still … many a slip between cup and lip.

enter a summer 

A glorious day, thankful for small mercies. 

A few hours work produces a few buckets of Bindii – a beautiful but horrid, sharp seeded weed which infests Australian gardens and makes walking barefooted next to impossible. Poison or dig out. Poison leaves them in place and just as sharp so dig out is the meditative option. What luxury to have such a problem and the time to deal with it. Hmm .. eventually took many more hours and a score of buckets to really cover the ground.

Much as what I’ve written about over the years comes or is coming to pass. Cold comfort there and not much point repeating myself too much so I stop writing. 


Cash is now so suspect, due to virus, that the implementation of a new financial system is not only inevitable but will be seen as necessary – a health issue which will also impact the black economy and be sold that way but will do nothing about multi-national corporations who pay no tax at all. 

The negative aspects of a cashless society – the possibility of negative interest rates, of every transaction recorded – what have I to hide is not the question, it’s none of anyone's  ‘right’ to know. 

I’m not a consumer, I’m a citizen. It’s not quaint that I say it, it’s obscene that I need to make the distinction. 

The Federal Reserve – if that fraudulent entity in which the right of a country, in this case the U.S.A., to print its own money is transferred to a privately owned banking group remains a critical issue that most don’t grasp. It infects the world through a worldwide system of Central Banks beholden to the Federal Reserve’s dictates. It’s a fraud. 

As both capitalistic and communist nations use the same financial system it’s a given that both will move easily into the ‘One World Order’ so desired by those already in power. Total control. 

Printing money out of thin air? What could go wrong with that? 

I’m repeating what you already know… or don’t. 

I bought a ‘looper’ the other day. A musical pedal which allows for a few chords or more to be played, recorded and played back for yet another loop if required. What fun and what vistas open up for melody. Yippee for music. 

I approach seventy which is as far as I’ve ever expected to live. Much of what I’ve known or thought I knew or never knew at all is gradually or abruptly discarded. 

And back to the looper and the way in which each day repeats itself or it does for me. Small gains such as ‘taking out’ the Bindii and, more to the point, doing it at the right time matter. The same for so much in life – right action, right time – easy with Bindii but not so with the reefs and shoals, calm water and tempest which surround the deeper issues in life. 

I can’t change that which I see in the wider world as worth mentioning. I have no followers and use no social media but this site, until the internet goes down - a solar flare can do this - has allowed me to speak out, albeit quietly, about … well … 

9/11 – the other event in which it really matters that I’m well informed. Most were too much in shock and awe to note that huge buildings do not conveniently collapse into their own footprints without controlled demolition being involved. 

By understanding both 9/11 and of how we have the present financial system much is revealed. I don’t want belief, facts are independent of belief. 

The Cicadas have burrowed out of the earth and herald the beginning of summer. The chirpy, consistent noise ebbs and flows. They live a mysterious life, most of it underground, make their presence known briefly and then are gone. Much the same for most of us, no doubt. 

Back to the garden while a kind climate prevails.

From winter

and two weeks later and how things change.


Grevious bodily calm 

The quietly busy office of the Curator of Removed Monuments is next door but one to the dimly lit office of the Keeper of Lost Causes. In between is the office of Conspiracies and Belief Systems. Outside lies the Graveyard of Unwanted Statues. Filling up fast. 

There really is a Curator of Unwanted Monuments, it was briefly mentioned in the news today, the rest is fantasy … perhaps. 

It’s Spring here and the winter rains have been sufficient to green  the land. Nature doesn’t miss a beat and while the Magnolia has decided not to bloom, to go straight to leaf, and to have a rest this year, the Tree-Fern garden is full of flower already. 

Elsewhere and otherwise, It feels as though the world is holding its breath. Hard to do if you’re wearing a mask. I don’t like them. It’s a primitive and sensible reaction – I like to look when I’m seeing people – masks get in the way. I wear a mask when I must.

Weather patterns are extreme. Not here, not at the moment but, like everything, subject to change at a moment’s notice. 

Here in Australia withIn the financial world, the world of jobs and real estate and ‘Where are we going on holiday?’ – if only we could afford one - it’s the calm before the storm and only ‘calm’ because of government help which ends soon. 

The Keeper of Lost Causes mourns – it goes with the territory. So many causes, righteous but lying dusty, unrecognised, bloodied and battered, too many distractions with too many immediate concerns to bring visitors to this office. 

Mental Health is much in the news – how to maintain it. I don’t know. I have a personal goal musically which helps. It’s just to ‘improve’ which, of course, implies practice. Walking and gardening make a difference for me. 

“Grievous bodily calm …” in his excitement, the reporter didn’t quite get the words right and it made me smile but it certainly presents an image reminiscent of Orwell’s 1984, the Ministry of Truth with Newspeak and Doublethink.   

The slogans that this virus has thrown up – ‘Staying apart keeps us together’ – this would be a nonsense but for the pandemic. 

Big Brother is now a well established reality t.v. show not different in essence to the ‘real’ Big Brother of 1984 fame although the consequences are at present different. And via our devices Big Brother IS watching and certainly recording the data with China showing the world how to capture a population beyond the dreams of any previous Emperor. The difference, from then to now, being the diminishing ability to entertain freedom of thought and, if fortunate, experience freedom of expression. Big Brother is not and never was benign. 

‘Peace for our time.’ said Neville Chamberlain, waving a piece of paper, just prior to World War 2 and now Israel trumpets the same lie in respect to Middle East recognition from Arab neighbours whose countries didn’t exist in present form when Israel started its present incarnation. No peace deals with the Palestinians offered so – nothing to applaud which doesn’t sound hollow. 

A video below with James Corbett, researcher extraordinaire, and well worth your time.