Magic and Joy.

Magic of living after feudal system is this. That we are living alongside our kings and queens that we once served before, that they walk on the same ground as we do, dirtying their hands and feet, appreciating having hot water on a cold night, and that they need to eat and drink to sustain just like we do. It is not that those things make people more or less, nor us. But we realise that what we once envied is a part of us and that we were made of the same materials as those important people all the way along.

Struggle of living in a capitalist society after feudalism is this. That now we live among and alongside those previously important people, and became aware that they were not so different to any of us after all, we have created another kind of important people whom, often by the mere number of figures written on a piece of paper, seem to have attained power to right or wrong everyone else’s life.

Insanity of living according to the new lot of important people is this. That we became used to selling and buying those things that does not even exist yet, in the words of investment and future. What does exist before us, instead, is often overlooked in process of achievement, so people are found lost or swimming in the air, trying to cling to a sign of hope- while others are busy scattering to avoid being clung to.

Joy of being the odd ones in such new world is this. That we come across others who can see the struggles and insanity just like we can, those of whom is more than aware that we don’t have to live like that, and to realise that there is more of us than we initially accepted. We are the brick layers of the Light, who uses bricks that are real, and that can be laid using our own hands and knees. We can lay down roads and buildings, or we can build a raised garden bed. We can just sit and admire a brick. We have no need to prove ourselves. There is no need for a credit. We always have enough. And we are somewhat grateful, even in the middle of the Winter.

I do not know from wheres it comes


“Tao is an empty vessel; it is used, but never filled.

Oh unfathomable source of ten thousand things!

Blunt the sharpness,

Untangle the knot,

Soften the glare,

Merge with dust.

Oh hidden deep, but never present!

I do not know from wheres it comes,

It is the forefather of the ancestors.

– Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu translated by Gia-Fu Feng and Jane English.”

When we hear the word inheritance, we mostly think of money. But it is not just money we inherited.

We inherited the manner in which our ancestors lived. The attitude to life and our respect to nature. We inherited kindness and compassion.

More than those things our guardians taught us, and far more than those things we learned at school, I believe that we inherited something else that which upheld us through time and space.

And if one of those were Tao, the way, how we travel though our life – we indeed already live with the source of ten thousand things. We don’t even know when we learned it or how, but I would like it if we should be capable of listening out to what we cannot see.

I want to know how our ancestors sensed that, whatever their ‘current reality’ were back in time, not at all correct or complete; how the Earth used to be flat, and that they never knew what electricity was. And when the world is talking about power and money in our ‘current reality’ today, we are also aware that there is more to life than winning and losing- and that we know that things will move in another direction from where we are, again.

So if it were just the matter of finding the proofs in the times to come, then we can probably be as patient as we need to be before we will see the world we await; that somebody will surely find the answers to our questions, one day.

And for me, I will keep watering the gardens and continue to pray – that we are still waiting for our moment, when the light will be brighter than darkness, and may wolves and rhinos be granted their own ground.

Thank you Books 4 Outback!

These 3 men (self-funded organisation, Books 4 Outback) are delivering books to outback communities.

“Mr Lane – a former volunteer for Lifeline – established Books 4 Outback with fellow volunteer, Bill Iceton, who he said was instrumental in transporting the books to the outback.

The two men also teamed with Acrobat Removals owner, Norm Doughty, who gave them a place to store their books.”

Some people just know how to help others. So much respect for these men.

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