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Contents
1. Today's Motivation.
2. Inspirational quote.
3. Useful Sites.
4. This week's sponsors message.
5. Editors notes.
6. Article
7. A little humour.
8. Ezineadnet advertisements.
9. Disclaimer
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1. Today's Motivation
"Don't concentrate on making a lot of money, but rather on
becoming the type of person people want to do business with."
- Patricia Fripp
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2. Inspirational quote.
"No one is born hating another person because of the color of
his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must
learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be
taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human
heart than its opposite."
-- Nelson Mandela
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3. Today's Useful Sites.
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5 Editors notes
Hi Friends
Welcome to the coming spring!
That is in the Southern Hemisphere, of course up North
in the recession they are even talking about green shoots!
On the weekend I went down to Perth and had the pleasure
of meeting with my children, drinking beer, watching the
grand-children play football and generally having a good
time. Also I attended a seminar at the Sheraton Hotel.
It was a free/seminar, put on by Michael Domeyko Rowland's,
a writer and filmmaker who has just finished his first
feature film titled "A Day in Heaven."
Michael teaches us how to access our "super conscious"
mind in order to access inspiration for our "story." He
claims that the conscious mind is totally unsuitable for
creating story, the subconscious is fine for breathing,
digestion and the other bodily functions we don't think
about, like heart beat etc. However it is in the "super
conscious" that we can access ideas and thoughts beyond
the scope of our limited knowledge, even glimpse far off
into the unknown, where our other two minds would never
dare enter!
Maybe you have been there when you were dreaming? Did
you, on waking, write down your dream? Do you remember
in the bible the story of Joseph in Egypt, interpreting
Pharaoh's dreams?
Are dreams a vision of the future that our ordinary minds
are not able to access in our daily world?
"Super conscious" thought, dreams and visions are always
ridiculed by the schizophrenic press, shock jocks and
the conditioned masses.
They cannot bear us to unveil the naked lies and
manipulation of our lives that is daily taking place.
Similar I suppose to the days of Joseph and the
Pharaohs, during the subjection of the children of Israel.
There are scriptures in the Bible that come to my memory
that say "they will hate you without a cause"
and "they will gnash on you with their teeth!"
There is a conflict of sorts here in Australia between
the indigenous Aborigines and the European settlers that
is escalating. Land rights were granted to them through
the Mabo decision of the high courts. Now movements are
claiming more things are owed, apologies, ownership of
sacred sites, etc.
These claims along with an unwritten claim that as they
own the land, they should be kept by us, the invaders.
The mystery surrounding the Aboriginal race in Australia
is supported in their dreamtime belief, in myths that
circulate around rivers, mountains, certain food, creatures
and plants. The other curious feature is that they are
actually a stone age people who were suddenly confronted
with Western Civilization. Neither group knew how to act
in this strange circumstance, so we did not conquer them
in the sense of wars. But considered them more of a
curiosity. Hence the muddle through into a dysfunctional
relationship
As I have talked today about dreams and the 'Super
conscious" then our Australian Aborigines have a distinct
advantage over us in that they were in touch with that as
it was essential for their survival. Whereas, we have
developed our way of being by the force of our conscious
mind and have lost the art of interactive communication
with the spiritual world of the super conscious.
Just maybe there will be a resurgence of deep thought and
meditation, bringing peace, harmony and justice to the
human race?
In articles this week I am continuing working on my life
story put together for the benefit of later family
generations.
Have you ever considered doing that?
If so, go for it.
Kind regards
Stan Maley
Australia 61428230029
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6. Article
Chapter 1.
Womarden....a story back in the 1940's.
Womarden, the property of CC Maley, lies about three miles
North East of the township of Three Springs. Seventeen
thousand acres of Mallee, Gimlet and York Gum, rising to
sand plain in the West. Watered by windmills off shallow
bores and two dams, salt lakes skirt the Eastern boundary.
This was home to the Maley family, Cecil, Jean and their
five children. Cecil Maley married Genevieve Howard in the
summer of 1927 and moved to Womarden to manage the property
for his uncle.
I remember the gum trees as a kid, the twenty eight parrots,
pink and grey galahs in my favourite gum tree. It was a type
of river gum I think and it grew in the front yard near the
garage. Well it was a few sheets of corrugated iron nailed
to a timber frame, but we called it a garage. I don't
remember much about our house except it was small and had
super bags sewn together on the walls of where us boys slept
in a row of steel shearers beds. You see, we were outside
most of the time. I loved the bush and the smell of
eucalyptus leaves, the shining bark of the sugar gums, the
rough coat of the jam trees.
My brother John was an expert shot with a shanghai and could
get twenty eights in the head. When he had a few we would
pluck them. Mum made a sort of a stew out of them. I never
got many with my ging.
Tony lived up in the shed near the blacksmiths shop and
horse yards. Tony came from Italy during the war. I think
he was a prisoner of the war but he lived in his own little
shed on our place and helped dad with the farm work.
My Dad used horses on the farm to sow the crops and harvest
them. Probably a lot of other work on the farm as well. He
broke in horses and I can remember a horse going around and
around a yard that had a pole in the centre, tied to the
pole was a rope and that was tied to the horses neck. My
Dad stood there with a whip and has the horse got more
tired, he would keep it going until it didn't want to go any
more. Then he would put a halter on it in.
Fay and Gem, my sisters, used too ride horses to school before
bus's. Fay had a small brown horse called Dandy which she rode
everywhere. One day she was riding past the house and I was
hiding behind the outside of the kitchen chimney, holding onto
a black raincoat and when Dandy got close I jumped out and
waved the raincoat. Dandy freaked out and galloped off and
everyone yelled at me.
I remember playing in the sand at the back of the house; we
never had lawn, gardens or anything because Mum was always
too busy washing clothes in the copper, milking the cow or
chopping the wood for the Metters stove to make a garden.
Anyway she used to use dolly wooden pegs to peg out the
clothes and as they often broke in half. So I would collect
all these bits of pegs and put them in the ground like a
fence around a paddock and let the water from the windmill
pipe run through my little paddocks! So I guess I set in my
mind the plan for myself into the future, having a farm!
Christmas is a time of intense remembrance to me and to my
brothers, Mick, John and Fred. It was the only time of the
year we got toys. The night before Christmas we put a
pillowcase on the end of the bed and tried to keep awake long
enough to see. But sleep came on us little kids, just a
scuffle in the night, some muffled sounds our consciousness
tried desperately to comprehend, but sleep won out till daybreak.
Then we flew from our beds and grabbed the bulging pillowcases
to see the wonder of a shining red aeroplane, with silver
propellers that turned in the wind. A Lancaster Bomber!
A balsa wood glider.
Christmas in the bush.
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7. A little humour.
1. Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married.
The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.
2. A set of jump leads walk into a bar.
The bartender says, 'I'll serve you, but don't start anything.'
3. Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.
4. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm, and says:
'A beer please, and one for the road.'
5. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other:
'Does this taste funny to you ?'
6. 'Doc, I can't stop singing 'The Green, Green Grass of Home.'
'That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome.'
'Is it common ?'
'Well, It's Not Unusual.'
8. Two cows are standing next to each other in a field.
Daisy says to Dolly, 'I was artificially inseminated this morning.'
'I don't believe you,' says Dolly.
'It's true; no bull!' exclaims Daisy.
9. An invisible man marries an invisible woman.
The kids were nothing to look at either.
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