Blue sky - nothing but blue sky - do I see.
The shortest day - the winter solstice - was grey. Our ‘Winter Magic’ Festival drew many thousands to Katoomba. Almost too many people for easy enjoyment and, as we’re on a hill, there was much trudging up and down.
Those of us who play at the Imperial Hotel were invited, as a group, to perform at the Carrington Hotel on the Sunday afternoon. I took the ‘new’ electric guitar which is beautiful to hold and a delight to play. Much easier to reach my barre chords clearly and therefore more choice as to which songs to play. By mid afternoon I felt exhausted and by early evening, I’d ‘crashed and burned’ which, in turn, allowed me to be awake in time to watch the soccer at 4 a.m. and be practising Griff’s ‘easy 4 note blues.’ by dawn. It sounds like a busy life but it’s not - there are many spaces and plenty of room for procrastination - which I’m quite good at.
After grey, grey, grey, it’s the blue sky which lifts the spirit. It’s the sun which warms the heart.
The snowdrops and daphne are in flower. I still find it incongruous that flowers appear at the coldest times. It’s heartening. If the flowers can shrug at the weather and if the birds still sing in the cold then who am I to feel old, old, old.
The average life span of a Russian male is 58 which is a sobering thought for one of the same age. Yippee - I’m on borrowed time!
Stem cells are being used to treat arthritic dogs. This is an Australian story which looks good to the millions of us whose joints are crumbling. Human trials to start next year.
Watched the second Zietgeist DVD which explains the fractional reserve monetary system under which we labour.
I don’t understand Satanists. I don’t ‘get’ a belief in the devil. I don’t get that there’s that acceptance but a corresponding decision to disassociate from the Divine. Where’s the attraction in being mean spirited? How many times can one orgasm before recognising that you know that experience inside out? Does toasting babies or lusting after abuse make one feel content? Does it last? While it may be real and downright nasty, there’s a large element of ‘dress up’ in the process which is funny-sad and pathetic. ‘I’m king of the world’ repeated in village hut to presidential palaces with the same miserable result.
While I’m a human being and, as such, no different to any who have come before, I’m also an Australian and this is the society in which I live. That’s my reality or rather, that’s the background fabric of my reality. It’s Australian farmers who produce my food and drink. Why would it be in the interest of any of us living here to outsource our food? It would be in the interest of a corporation but never in the interest of a country.
The world is a business to those who run the show. I’m not suggesting that dedicated satanists, complete with ceremony, prance, bow and scrape their way behind the scenes to orchestrate the New World Order - although, of course, they do - no - just plain short sighted greed with profound long term implication of the order of J.P. Morgan and his dealings with Tesla.
Honda unveiled a car which runs on water - tea if you have no water. Not a joke nor a hoax. What’s happened to it? Why is the sky blue and not a solar panel to be seen across the rooftops?
Independence - now there’s a wonderful and rare flower. What a gift to be technically able to provide solar power - in whatever form - to every hut in every village. What a leap in potential.
The sun shines on good and evil alike as does the Divine. What are the implications of that? The sun is unconcerned as to man’s behaviours. It shines because it must. The Divine does not directly intervene in such a way as to deny our ability to make choices. This is the essence of free will.
It’s a day to open windows and doors. I’m going to play A7 over and over again and fit in the four notes wherever I can.