Category Archives: BELLINGER RIVER

JOURNEYS BACK IN TIME

The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 3 January 1914,

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article15468635

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SUMMERTIMES ON THE BELLINGER

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Christmas fulfilled the usual promise of a bit of everything. Indian Jimmy from Port Macquarie told me once that LOVE stood for : LOTS OF VAIRED EMOTIONS.

I don’t know what Christmas stands for but I do know that a Capricornian Saviour has created a pretty wild festival. We had flooding rains and waters rising in the paddocks. Temperatures were “cool” but we managed one beach trip and several pool swims. Masses of gifts, tents in the rain and plenty of family members.

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SLOWED INTERNET

A TOPIC I HAD  HOPED WOULD NEVER AGAIN APPEAR ON ANY OF MY SITES.

DSCF0302 I thought it were sorted. I thought the Facebook friends who complained were simply whingers and/or inefficient in their dealings with Net Providers. And yet – and yet – I have grown accustomed to their ways. Their cuttings out – and cuttings in. Their wiles, their deceits – are second nature to me now. Like breathing out – and breathing in,

This week I breathed in, just a little and dagnab it, I am over my usage quota – inexplicably. I cannot buy my way back in. That’s not allowed. I am to wait for 16 days till the ‘month’ is complete. I apologise to all I silently slandered with a satisfied smirk while I sailed along at top speed and paid highly for mega data.

Now I cannot watch youtube or open yahoo mail. I cannot  live as other people do.

And yet I have found it so hard to leave. Thanks to Mary Brennan who shared her story with me. It took her years to leave but leave she did and went into the arms of Westnet where she has been happy ever since. Thanks to Robert B – one word said he – WESTNET.

We need a Cult rescuer and debriefer. Someone who will go in and rescue those trapped  in an unhealthy ISP situation. Young Josh from Westnet warned me – DO NOT LET TELSTRA KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING or they will make your life a NIGHTMARE. Wait till you are safely with us.  Well I am not safely quite out yet and I don’t quite trust WESTNET either. I have been in the arms of Master Deceivers and am only going on the promises of others. OSHO said something to the effect of “you don’t trust them. So what ? “

TRUST AND OSHO AND INTERNET SERVICE PROVIDERS.

But trust has never cheated anybody, it cannot. And I am not saying that through trust people cannot cheat you. Remember, I am saying trust never cheats anybody.

 

Don’t waste your life for that which is going to be taken away. Trust life. If you trust, only then can you drop your knowledge, only then can you put your mind aside. And with trust, something immense opens up. Then this life is no longer ordinary life, it becomes full of God, overflowing.
When the heart is innocent and the walls have disappeared, you are bridged with infinity. And you are not deceived; there is nothing that can be taken away from you. That which can be taken away from you is not worth keeping, and that which cannot be taken away from you… why should one be afraid of its being taken away? It cannot be taken away, there is no possibility. You cannot lose your real treasure.

Osho The Sun Rises in the Evening Chapter 9

 

One other curious story I heard this week re ISPs, was that OPTUS, who is advertising all manner of marvels, cannot  actually offer ANY services to ANYONE on the Bellingen Exchange because they do not have any more ‘space’ to offer.  Ah Well. Luckily I am in my OSHO mood.

The difference between trust and fate is very subtle.

DSCF0269Next week, then, I may well be on fast internet and cheap phone rates. I may well be able to call my long distance loved ones anytime of the day and speak to mobiles for less than $1 per minute. Ah!  And I shall Blog and make websites and play Scrabble online and chat idly with friends and look up Internet Archive and the HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS. I shall research and I will NOT see the spinning wheel of eternity.

SUNDAY IN URUNGA

http://www.sailurunga.org.au/

http://www.urungafootball.com/

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PELICANS ON THE RIVER AT URUNGA  
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ROBBIE AND HIS LITTLE LASS IN THE SAILABILITY ACCESS DINGHY

VIEW TO NEWRY ISLAND FROM THE URUNGA BOAT RAMP

I had planned to stay home today after a full day out yesterday. I hear rumblings of people who found the Crazy Day and Markets not to their taste – for a variety of reasons.

I, myself, must have been in a more charitable phase of my life because I enjoyed both experiences. Some of it I enjoyed for frivolous reasons. I like seeing the local Pet Products Store people dressed in animal outfits. Large Chooks and Large Dogs amuse me. The sheer madness of a rather dour local shopkeeper whom I rarely see smile, wearing a completely Crazy outfit and still dour – well that amuses me too. I might be shallow or I might not. A few years back I did an online retreat in everyday life. It was an Ignatian retreat and very DEEP, very intense and at the end of 10 month’s meditations and contemplations I emerged deciding that it truly was better to roll around on the floor laughing.

Back to yesterday and my amused phase of life.

In addition to the frivolous and flippant pleasures of the day,  I was very aware of the Good Stuff; of the Community and the Market System. Of the Young People and their music and crafted items. I sat for a time on the park bench that the LEAP kids built in 1996. I introduced my granddaughter to her first Markets and 3 female generations of US walked for hours. I saw the good man in my life stand at the gate for 2 hours with a bucket to help raise money for the YouthSpace to be set up in town.

I am back here after a decade slightly further North. Guess I was just glad to be home with fresh food, and sweet pumpkin pie. With the Nambucca Rainforest Nursery and its fine healthy plants that almost sing of purple fruits and birds coming to the gardens. My homecoming is perhaps a 60 year old’s integration of many years, many passions and passings. That might have softened my view of the weekend with a Gaussian Blur. Sometimes I need that on the acid etched years that are now gone.  Mellow Yellow.

That was yesterday. Yesterday’s gone and today is almost passed – equally reminiscent and enjoyable for me. I am of the Depressive Variety of Human so golden days like these, especially in times when our own families are touched by some of the worst of the worst times, well, they are poignant and I am glad I was able to get up and out of my own self-created and inaccurate judgementalism – and simply go and watch the young  beauty display her hooded capes for me, see the pelicans en masse at Urunga and the SAILURUNGA people with families and access dinghies out on the Kalang before wrapping up with a Urunga raiders Soccer Match at the Ovals with young men whom I haven’t seen since I taught them in primary school.

That was my weekend and Urunga won the Soccer.  That was a bonus.

 

 

 

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LOOKING FOR THE RIVER ON YOUTUBE

 

"The Old GP" possessed all the country music credentials. A bushland raising, strong physique, excellent voice and yodel, and a love for the bush. Gordon Parsons was born 1926 and raised in rugged hill country near Bellingen NSW. Following success on Australia’s Amateur Hour, Gordon recorded for EMI in 1946, the session including the classics Back To Those Rolling Plains and Where The Bellinger River Flows. He toured with a succession of circus and variety shows, and in the 1980s recorded for Selection Records. He is best known for writing the Slim Dusty hit A Pub With No Beer. Gordon Parsons "The Yodelling Bushman"-died in 1990.