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Read or Condemn Yourself to Death by Ignorance

For those courageous souls brave enough to look and see what is,

who are unwilling to blindly accept

the lies and rules of tyrannical authority.

The simple step of a courageous individual is not to take part in the lie.

One word of truth outweighs the world.


Wednesday 21st October 2020


G’day,

Hope this finds you fit and well.

Here is a sampling of what recently crossed my digital desk.

The Proof In Writing

kuchisabishii

Exterminator

Ban Foreign Ownership

Grandma, How Do You Handle Pain?

911 - No Evidence Of Explosion

A Shay Day

Truth Bomb

The Purpose of Life Is To Help Others

The Ability To Face Without Flinching

Planned in Advance by Central Banks – A 2020 System Reset

Former top cops blast Andrews’ power grab

Fall Plans

A Letter Fom Nemonte Nenquimo On Indigenous Peoples Day

I hope you get something from it!

Cheers!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Proof In Writing
 
The Proof In Writing
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
kuchisabishii
 
kuchisabishii
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Exterminator
 
Exterminator
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Ban Foreign Ownership
 
Ban Foreign Ownership
 
 
 

Just for the record, I don’t differentiate between the Chinese, the POMs, the Yanks or the Martians! If it is Australia it should be Australian owned, National sovereignty is not a guarantee of food security but if our land is owned by others, how can we guarantee the food will be on our tables if they have a shortage at home? Quite simply, we can’t!

And that is not the whole story. Even if we own our land and a rich country runs short of food and has more money to purchase our food than we do, how do we keep food on our tables?

While I am all for keeping government incompetence as much out of our daily lives as possible, accomplishing food security in times as I have outlined is not easy without government intervention.

Part of the answer to the above is to have as much land arable as possible (while also maintaining an adequate size of our bush land for non-human use) and be able to ramp up food production as quickly as possible to meet our own and others’ needs. This requires intelligent forthought and planning, charateristics either sadly lacking in our politicians or grossly subordinated to vested interests.

 
 
 
 
Grandma, How Do You Deal With Pain?
 
Three Generations
 
 
 

“Grandma how do you deal with pain?”

“With your hands, dear. When you do it with your mind, the pain hardens even more.”

“With your hands, grandma?”

“Yes, yes. Our hands are the antennas of our soul. When you move them by sewing, cooking, painting, touching the earth or sinking it into the earth, they send signals of caring to the deepest part of you and your soul calms down. This way she doesn’t have to send pain anymore to show it.”

“Are hands really that important?”

“Yes my girl. Thinking of babies: they get to know the world thanks to their touches. When you look at the hands of older people, they tell more about their lives than any other part of the body. Everything that is made by hand, so is said, is made with the heart because it really is like this: hands and heart are connected. Masseuses know this: When they touch another person’s body with their hands, they create a deep connection. Thinking of lovers: When their hands touch, they love each other in the most sublime way.”

“My hands grandma... how long haven’t I used them like that!”

“Move them my girl, start creating with them and everything in you will move. The pain will not pass away. But it will be the best masterpiece. And it won’t hurt anymore. Because you managed to embroider your essence.”

~ Elena Barnabe

 
 
 
 
911 - No Evidence Of Explosion
 
911 - No Evidence Of Explosion
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
A Shay Day
 
 
 
 

(Tom: I have read and forwarded this before but as I sit hear with tears rolling down my cheeks I am forwarding it again. If you get half as much from it as I it will be a blessed day for you too!)

Normally people will send me an email with a good old fashioned clean joke, but not this morning. Read this as you won’t regret it.

Two Choices,

What would you do?....you make the choice. Don’t look for a punch line, there isn’t one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

’When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.

Where is the natural order of things in my son?’

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. ’I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.’

Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, ’Do you think they’ll let me play?’ I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, ’We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning..’

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt.. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. Athe pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, ’Shay, run to first!

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, ’Run to second, run to second!’

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

By time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, ’Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay’

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, ’Run to third!

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, ’Shay, run home! Run home!’

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

’That day’, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, ’the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world’.

Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:

We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.

The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you’re thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you’re probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren’t the ’appropriate’ ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.

We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the ’natural order of things.’ So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it’s least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward

May your day, be a Shay Day.

 
 
 
 
Truth Bomb
 
Truth Bomb
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
The Purpose of Life Is To Help Others
 
Wheat Field
 
 
 

There was a farmer who grew excellent quality wheat and every season he won the award for the best grown in his county. One year a reporter from the local newspaper interviewed the farmer and learned that each Spring the man shared his seed with his neighbors so that they too could plant it in their fields.

“How can you afford to share your best wheat seed with your neighbors when they are entering their crops in the competition with yours?” the reporter asked.

“Why that’s very simple,” the farmer explained, “the wind picks up pollen from the developing wheat and carries it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior wheat, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of all the wheat, including mine. If I am to grow good wheat, I must help my neighbors grow good wheat.”

The reporter realized how the farmer’s explanation also applied to peoples’ lives in the most fundamental way. Those who want to live meaningfully and well must help enrich the lives of others, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.

 
 
 
 
The Ability To Face Without Flinching
 
The Ability To Face Without Flinching
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Planned in Advance by Central Banks – A 2020 System Reset
 
 
 
 

As early as 2015, I put forward the idea that the year 2020 looked to be a leading contender for a monetary system Reset.

 
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Former top cops blast Andrews’ power grab
 
 
 
 

Former Victoria Police chief commissioner Kel Glare and a group of former police commissioners and top cops have blasted Victorian Premier Daniel Andrews’ proposed new powers as dangerous and undemocratic.

 
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Fall Plans
 
Fall Plans
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
A Letter Fom Nemonte Nenquimo On Indigenous Peoples Day
 
Nemonte Nenquimo
 
 
 

Nemonte Nenquimo is co-founder of the Indigenous-led nonprofit organization Ceibo Alliance, the first female president of the Waorani organization of Pastaza province, and one of TIME´s 100 most influential people in the world.

Today in the United States it’s Indigenous Peoples Day, and The Guardian published a very powerful letter written by Waorani leader, Nemonte Nenquimo, who was just named by TIME as one of the most influential people in the world. With so much chaos in the world-- fires, a pandemic, climate change, and political unrest-- Nemonte’s letter is a reminder of the choice we have to collectively organize for a more stable and sustainable future built on love, compassion and respect.

We are sharing the entire letter with you here. Please read her guiding words and share them widely. Our world can benefit from her grounded vision and leadership right now!

Dear Presidents of the nine Amazonian countries and to all world leaders that share responsibility for the plundering of our rainforest,

My name is Nemonte Nenquimo. I am a Waorani woman, a mother, and a leader of my people. The Amazon rainforest is my home. I am writing you this letter because the fires are raging still. Because the companies are spilling oil in our rivers. Because the miners are stealing gold (as they have been for 500 years), and leaving behind open pits and toxins. Because the land grabbers are cutting down primary forest so that the cattle can graze, plantations can be grown and the white man can eat. Because our elders are dying from coronavirus, while you are planning your next moves to cut up our lands to stimulate an economy that has never benefited us. Because, as Indigenous peoples, we are fighting to protect what we love— our way of life, our rivers, the animals, our forests, life on Earth— and it’s time that you listen to us.

In each of our many hundreds of different languages across the Amazon, we have a word for you— the outsider, the stranger. In my language, WaoTededo, that word is “cowori”. And it doesn’t need to be a bad word. But you have made it so. For us, the word has come to mean (and in a terrible way, your society has come to represent): the white man that knows too little for the power that he wields, and the damage that he causes.

You are probably not used to an Indigenous woman calling you ignorant and, less so, on a platform such as this one. But for Indigenous peoples it is clear: the less you know about something, the less value it has to you, and the easier it is to destroy. And by easy, I mean: guiltlessly, remorselessly, foolishly, even righteously. And this is exactly what you are doing to us as Indigenous peoples, to our rainforest territories, and ultimately to our planet’s climate.

It took us thousands of years to get to know the Amazon rainforest. To understand her ways, her secrets, to learn how to survive and thrive with her. And for my people, the Waorani, we have only known you for 70 years (we were “contacted” in the 1950s by American evangelical missionaries), but we are fast learners, and you are not as complex as the rainforest. When you say that the oil companies have marvellous new technologies that can sip the oil from beneath our lands like hummingbirds sip nectar from a flower, we know that you are lying because we live downriver from the spills. When you say that the Amazon is not burning, we do not need satellite images to prove you wrong; we are choking on the smoke of the fruit orchards that our ancestors planted centuries ago. When you say that you are urgently looking for climate solutions, yet continue to build a world economy based on extraction and pollution, we know you are lying because we are the closest to the land, and the first to hear her cries.

I never had the chance to go to university, and become a doctor, or a lawyer, a politician, or a scientist. My elders are my teachers. The forest is my teacher. And I have learned enough (and I speak shoulder to shoulder with my indigenous brothers and sisters across the world) to know that you have lost your way, and that you are in trouble (though you don’t fully understand it yet) and that your trouble is a threat to every form of life on earth.

You forced your civilization upon us and now look where we are: global pandemic, climate crisis, species extinction, and, driving it all, widespread spiritual poverty. In all these years of taking, taking, taking from our lands, you have not had the courage, or the curiosity, or the respect to get to know us. To understand how we see, and think, and feel, and what we know about life on this earth. I won’t be able to teach you in this letter, either. But what I can say is that it has to do with thousands and thousands of years of love for this forest, for this place. Love in the deepest sense, as reverence. This forest has taught us how to walk lightly, and because we have listened, learned and defended her, she has given us everything: water, clean air, nourishment, shelter, medicines, happiness, meaning. And you are taking all this away, not just from us, but from everyone on the planet, and from future generations. It is the early morning in the Amazon, just before first light: a time that is meant for us to share our dreams, our most potent thoughts. And so I say to all of you: the earth does not expect you to save her, she expects you to respect her. And we, as Indigenous peoples, expect the same.

- Nemonte Nenquimo

Help Nemonte’s voice be heard. Please share her message.

 
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Until next time,
dream big dreams,
plan out how to achieve them,
be continually executing your plans,
enlist people to your causes,
travel and/or read widely, preferably both,
all the while observing what you observe
rather than thinking what you are told to think,
think well of your fellow man,
take time to help your fellow man,
he sorely needs it and it will help you too,
eat food that is good for your body,
exercise your body,
take time to destress,
and do the important things
that make a difference -
they are rarely the urgent ones!

Tom

 
 

Most of the content herein has been copied from someone else. Especially the images. My goodness some people are talented at creating aesthetics! The small bits that are of my creation are Copyright 2014-2020 © by Tom Grimshaw - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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