my life this year.
travelling froma known place to an unknown place. jan juc to ormond.
schools-matthew flinders to brighton.
meeting many many new people. befriending one lily. short ofr lillian. experimenting first.
visiting every group. seeing and understanding every group. speaking to different people in
classes. settling for different friends in classes. i visited this place for two weeks during the last month
of spring. then on the first week of the last month of summer i went back and began year 12.
eventually i met a girl called flick, or felicity.
she told me many, many stories. through this i learnt that she felt her mother was far away.
i showed her a movie i'd loved and seen titled 'chocolat'. it contained the creation of sweet things, something she loves,
it contained a handsome actor, one she has loved, and it containted a mother. this entire film was french because her last
name is french-rousseau. and her father believes they are descendant form somebody extremely wealthy in capital. capital
of every kind- social. symbolic. economic. cultural. named rousseau. sounds a bit like a rose to me. :)
anyhow. so, what did i become. the mother.
i related my experiences the past year, all my memories, and i became the older sister.
explaining my memories but turning them into advice.
whenever flick found that i was a bit lacking in support. she visited her mother through the phone
or her grandmother.
a football arena yesterday.
on flick's birthday. a day when the person who you celebrate is gifted with her choices.
her choice? collingwood.
no kidding. my mate flick barracks for collingwood.
a struggle between black and white.
now i wonder who won? the saint? or the wood?
well all you tree hugging hippies out there, you geniuses!
wow! its really that amazing!
'alla'=everyone (in swedish), hugging=encircling, jesus=the singular prophet, so if you hug
the tree you hug the winner of happiness. the original source. the tree.
interesting with my father's analogy of avatar.
my favourite name used to be daphne. my greek literature teacher showed me an old myth about
daphne. a daughter being hunted. then protected by being turned into a tree. wow sound like a prison?
to me it did. because i felt imprisoned.
simply my person inside the physical tree.
but trees have leaves that float softly in the wind.
they have arms that enclose you and shift in the wind.
they are very, very free indeed.
now what am i? something completely different because of someone i met, who i chose.
for my beautiful wise sister flick who loves sweet things, i created a birthday party.
to celebrate the annual anniversary of her birth. i created a sweet salad remembered
from my childhood. my mother used to make it.
she asked for kebabs. a souvlaki. i said ok.
what kind of sauce? she said satay-or peanut.
i asked if she liked honey and soya sauce. her choice. my question.
so what did my team do. (of four)
we wrote a list. we went shopping.
we bought the essentials. on the way a warning stopped us to check the purity of our leader.
found no fault. perfect honesty.
registration. recital of memory from the id card.
and a safe limit blown into a machine.
the helpful and kind men. police.
wowza what a shock. simply because he's friends with a friend of a friend of a friend of a. . .
hang on i'm not sure how many friends lie in between here, but i know there's a connection to mateo.
well anyhow. the helpful and kind men. police.
pigs you call them? well excuse me. pigs have pink skin like me-very sensitive.
they roll in mud like a sunscreen, so they look dirty.
but they're extremely intelligent. apparently more so than dogs,
man's best friend. simply fulfilling a job, a function.
but pigs can be greedy. greedy for power. just a warning. (:
we continued home. we created the food. we sat around a fire... aka BBQ. :D
shared some food and drink in safe amounts. then some stories.
some music and dancing.
flickity told me it was the best birthday ever! and she thanked me so much
i gave her a party, as well as a book and an apron for doing something she loves.
so that she'll always have a source of happiness.
creating sweet food, meaning all types.
never forget. what i write are simply symbols. they mean everything to every person.
communication to create this party. thursday-organise. friday-work. saturday-create. sunday-reflect.
the creation of this party lies in that order [like a baby lies in a bed. or the source of a problem lies in the seed.]
on those days but the cycle happened not just on those days but also continuously at the party. on saturday.
interesting how when i visited her house i saw a magpie. did you know magpies mate for life?
they choose their partner and the friend ship is a basis for life. maybe every year is like a life.
so if you change enough. you search a new partner. if you stay grounded you don't feel any need to change.
notes to self. . . some may wish to call them poems but i've resisted calling them that because i don't wish to label what i write.
SPACE
Each and Every human
holds a place inside
a place for themselves only
when this space is shared
it grows
when it is tested
it holds
but life wears it down
just like water wears down a stone
my space?
sometimes feels like
the ozone layer
whatever is beneath the bark of a tree
the space around the leaves in the crown of a tree when the wind blows through
the force of a waterfall
the sunshine making Anything look beautiful
the moonshine making Anything look magical
whatever children think sleep under their bed at night
a stone:old,steady,difficult to destroy
UNIVERSAL
My tears come from
a bottomless well
you evoke the utmost
in me
I need to be one with
you
I need to breathe you
enfold you
I cannot ever forget
you
This feels eternal
universal
as if it might affect
humankind
It goes right through me
right into my
inner self.
How can I hide it?
But I must force it
down
So you don't get scared
by my intensity.
how a joey feels inside its mothers pouch
an eagle soaring
a whale coming up for air
a jaguar sitting in an enclosed area at werribee zoo
a baby girl's giggle
a young boys satisfaction eating chocolate cake
a woman singing in the traditional nth-sweden style...jojkning :)
1.THE CONCRETE ISN'T SET
Trembling
like a leaf
that could drift away
any time
that could fall from the tree
any day
but it's not autumn
yet
2.
LIFE
Human life
is beautiful
and tragic
time the only rule
love the only magic
3.
AMAZING
Climb Mt Everest
Climb a Coast Redwood tree
Abseil the steepest rockface
Sprint faster than the speed of light
Sail the choppiest ocean straits
Walk the darkest part of the amazon
Survive the Sahara desert
Stare into the eyes of the sun
All are achievements
of which to be proud
but love is more
love.
is.
life.
A SELF-CENTRED WELL
Are you swimming upstream?
In ocean's of blue?
Do you feel like you're sinking?
No one can buy
true love in their life
we all need someone
on standby
And there's just no way
that I can fight these emotions
your energy running through me
nobody can renew me like you
And I've tried cutting the ropes,
I let you go
but you're still the only one that feels like home
Just lookin' for shelter
from cold and the pain
echoes and silence
patience and grace
all of these moments
I'll never replace
Sometimes I just wanna hide
'cause its you I miss
it's so hard to say goodbye
when it comes to this
I swam across
I jumped across for you
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Cos you were all yellow
Don't you ever wish for
just one thing that you might never see
Don't you ever wish for
just one thing that you might never know
You might never know
You gotta stand up straight
Carry your own weight
These tears are going nowhere baby
Cash money,
ain't got no use for you
unless you can buy me true love
And it's funny,
how many times they've proved
that the only true fortune you can save
is the truth
Artists....I prefer calling them poets:
Delta Goodrem
Missy Higgins
Foo Fighters
Christina Aguilera
Coldplay
Sarah Blasko
U2
The Beautiful Girls
a little bit cool? well go on, discover more. the note is called ''stuff that i've written''. its massive.
i wanted to find one about a spring in your toes instead of swimming. or something. its taking too long. so
i give it to you. your task :)
also explanation of encountering a 'sick person' who's been told about the seed of his problem, and believes the answers/solutions lie somewhere 1/2 way round the world. NOW THAT's A HUGE DISTANCE AWAY! getting very=me leaving. meditate focus.
on a light=candle. on a picture painted= a sunrise or a moonrise. a path across the sea. some mountains on the horizon. and over the horizon i painted quite a big flock of birds. this was a directed activity at heartland. i chose the colours blue and green. because the ocean's colours are my favourite. and the green was inner. the blue was outer. :)
i wrote a song about a moon once:
the moon and the sea
have a connection with me
i love the way that she looks back at me
she knows all my problems and
smoothes them away
the sea sings her songs while
she rights all my wrongs
they work well together
to make me feel better
the sea wraps me up
in her silken warm touch
the moon lights my way
with her path made of rays
the moon and the sea
have a connection
with me
(i found the second vs too)
the rain and the wind
have a connection with me
they seep through my skin
like a soft radiation
the rain is a way
to cover up my tears
it washes my feelings
away down the drain
the wind tickles my chin
and plays endlessly
it pushes agaist me
when I sprint down the beach
I love the way
that they rinse me right through
there is nothing like it to help me through
the rain and the wind
have a connection
with me.
that explains the picture i painted at heartland.
they could be some kind of explanation of many of my poems possibly. just things i sat and watched really. and thought about myself.
i also made a square stone with a vine one it with equal leaf shaped ovals simetrically placed on the left and right of the twisting vine. reminds me of that story about the boy who bought the magical seeds to be able to climb the huge ladder where he meets a friendly giant.
nations.
africa. (there's a theory that i knew about from memory, that my mother backed up,) about africa being full of people already wearing clothes and being a fully cultural society.
now we came along and thought. hmmm...
we're going to fix this. put in some national fences, and rules. help out.
BOOM! KAPOW! CRASH!
uh-oh spagetti-oh.
before there was a beautifully functioning society- i physically wrote on the paper this morning: problem sin. except the line went straight through those words not underneath cos i saw it as a mistake for what i was meant to be writing. i meant to write probably similar to the egyptian empire. seeing as that was the top of the continent. and you know because of the gian ICE AGE thing, that happened to us here on earth? the warmest place was africa. tso the survivors of the hugest crisis ever come from tehre.
WOW!!! i understand why i love african so much!
and i mean brown skin? its like a sweet chocolate thing. and the sweet golden honey, maybe that comes from egypt. a society based on an empire. chocolate thing? cocoa. golden thing? money. spread across the world. in a good or bad way?
anyhow. i advise everyone to go back to you original empire. if you wish in a book. or in a person.
here's an example.
think of all those beautiful awe-inspiring trees that i instincitively go and sit in when i want to feel safe.
what am i? well. i'm born in august. on the 20th. so... my symbolic animal is the lion.
the king of hte jugnle .or according to another system a vermilion bird. both are categorised under fire. following my instinct i looked for bird as my symbol because a bird is more female than a lion. and i as an eighteen year old person am female. currently. but i may have been through many things. and places. and times.
kinda like avatar the last airbender... except i use juggling balls :D to get some oxygen for my inner fire.
ANYHOW. wow my digressions are a little interesting. i wrote down directions. from my meditation don't worry.
SO. the whole tree thing? numbers thing?
nation thing?
well a rainforest has grandparents trees and sapling trees. it functions completely sustainably like family.
a family could be described as 1,3,5,7.
one child. three siblings. 2 parents, and 3 siblings. 2 grandparents, 2 parents, and 3 siblings.
1.3.5.7.
so your family is your original empire created for the lifetime you've lived.
your blood may have a core influence from somewhere, a specific society-empire. so egypt-africa.
ottoman empire. i mean i've heard vaguely of otehr empires. but all i know is the wisest lies in the oldest.
so search for the oldest example in every place. and learn about it. and copy it but miss out the mistakes we've created, to make something a bit similar. wait tehre's many more than one idea and example.
decipher all of them. combine them. in a modern way?
something amazing i read recently i creatively made thing coming down from inner inspirations, fascinating really, by matthew reilly. he probably is quite smart and has done lots of research.
any how. i'd read it. but use this knowledge wisely. no being judge-mental. so making a 'mental' judgement. otherwise known as a 'crazy' judgement. ask the experts to look at it.
WOW. i went to heartland. i encountered a library and i picked out that particular book.
i'll show you my version i wrote it a couple years back. its just slightly way more dodgy.
but you know just finding a connection.
(i'll write it as a new note)
anyhow. man. more interesting little digressions.
back to the nation, family, numbers thing.
1.3.5.7.
in between lies the warning but also the support.
between one and three you need a team of 2 to help you make three. including ages one and twelve. hmm. like a teepee. 3 legs. stable. or a chair. the trianble a very strong thing. safe.
inbetween three and five you need a team of four to help you make 12 which added together makes 3.
so...4 and 14. a table. a seat. stability. certainty.
between 5 and 7 you need a team of 6 to help you make 24 added together make 6. its a warning though.
perfection is amazing but its not a destination. you've got it. simply see it. 6 and 16. beauty.
ok so thats a whole lot of confusing numbers. maybe try and connect to my evolution as childhood-->lifetime 'note'.
does it make more sense then?
2 hours and 50 minutes of thinking and writing.
1 hour and 43 minutes approximately since i made the decision to produce it.
all the best to you in every way
you wise and noble teacher
of your own life
which lies in your past
to learn from the everyday amazing magical
and abide by the only limitation time
from a poem i wrote once :)
travelling froma known place to an unknown place. jan juc to ormond.
schools-matthew flinders to brighton.
meeting many many new people. befriending one lily. short ofr lillian. experimenting first.
visiting every group. seeing and understanding every group. speaking to different people in
classes. settling for different friends in classes. i visited this place for two weeks during the last month
of spring. then on the first week of the last month of summer i went back and began year 12.
eventually i met a girl called flick, or felicity.
she told me many, many stories. through this i learnt that she felt her mother was far away.
i showed her a movie i'd loved and seen titled 'chocolat'. it contained the creation of sweet things, something she loves,
it contained a handsome actor, one she has loved, and it containted a mother. this entire film was french because her last
name is french-rousseau. and her father believes they are descendant form somebody extremely wealthy in capital. capital
of every kind- social. symbolic. economic. cultural. named rousseau. sounds a bit like a rose to me. :)
anyhow. so, what did i become. the mother.
i related my experiences the past year, all my memories, and i became the older sister.
explaining my memories but turning them into advice.
whenever flick found that i was a bit lacking in support. she visited her mother through the phone
or her grandmother.
a football arena yesterday.
on flick's birthday. a day when the person who you celebrate is gifted with her choices.
her choice? collingwood.
no kidding. my mate flick barracks for collingwood.
a struggle between black and white.
now i wonder who won? the saint? or the wood?
well all you tree hugging hippies out there, you geniuses!
wow! its really that amazing!
'alla'=everyone (in swedish), hugging=encircling, jesus=the singular prophet, so if you hug
the tree you hug the winner of happiness. the original source. the tree.
interesting with my father's analogy of avatar.
my favourite name used to be daphne. my greek literature teacher showed me an old myth about
daphne. a daughter being hunted. then protected by being turned into a tree. wow sound like a prison?
to me it did. because i felt imprisoned.
simply my person inside the physical tree.
but trees have leaves that float softly in the wind.
they have arms that enclose you and shift in the wind.
they are very, very free indeed.
now what am i? something completely different because of someone i met, who i chose.
for my beautiful wise sister flick who loves sweet things, i created a birthday party.
to celebrate the annual anniversary of her birth. i created a sweet salad remembered
from my childhood. my mother used to make it.
she asked for kebabs. a souvlaki. i said ok.
what kind of sauce? she said satay-or peanut.
i asked if she liked honey and soya sauce. her choice. my question.
so what did my team do. (of four)
we wrote a list. we went shopping.
we bought the essentials. on the way a warning stopped us to check the purity of our leader.
found no fault. perfect honesty.
registration. recital of memory from the id card.
and a safe limit blown into a machine.
the helpful and kind men. police.
wowza what a shock. simply because he's friends with a friend of a friend of a friend of a. . .
hang on i'm not sure how many friends lie in between here, but i know there's a connection to mateo.
well anyhow. the helpful and kind men. police.
pigs you call them? well excuse me. pigs have pink skin like me-very sensitive.
they roll in mud like a sunscreen, so they look dirty.
but they're extremely intelligent. apparently more so than dogs,
man's best friend. simply fulfilling a job, a function.
but pigs can be greedy. greedy for power. just a warning. (:
we continued home. we created the food. we sat around a fire... aka BBQ. :D
shared some food and drink in safe amounts. then some stories.
some music and dancing.
flickity told me it was the best birthday ever! and she thanked me so much
i gave her a party, as well as a book and an apron for doing something she loves.
so that she'll always have a source of happiness.
creating sweet food, meaning all types.
never forget. what i write are simply symbols. they mean everything to every person.
communication to create this party. thursday-organise. friday-work. saturday-create. sunday-reflect.
the creation of this party lies in that order [like a baby lies in a bed. or the source of a problem lies in the seed.]
on those days but the cycle happened not just on those days but also continuously at the party. on saturday.
interesting how when i visited her house i saw a magpie. did you know magpies mate for life?
they choose their partner and the friend ship is a basis for life. maybe every year is like a life.
so if you change enough. you search a new partner. if you stay grounded you don't feel any need to change.
notes to self. . . some may wish to call them poems but i've resisted calling them that because i don't wish to label what i write.
SPACE
Each and Every human
holds a place inside
a place for themselves only
when this space is shared
it grows
when it is tested
it holds
but life wears it down
just like water wears down a stone
my space?
sometimes feels like
the ozone layer
whatever is beneath the bark of a tree
the space around the leaves in the crown of a tree when the wind blows through
the force of a waterfall
the sunshine making Anything look beautiful
the moonshine making Anything look magical
whatever children think sleep under their bed at night
a stone:old,steady,difficult to destroy
UNIVERSAL
My tears come from
a bottomless well
you evoke the utmost
in me
I need to be one with
you
I need to breathe you
enfold you
I cannot ever forget
you
This feels eternal
universal
as if it might affect
humankind
It goes right through me
right into my
inner self.
How can I hide it?
But I must force it
down
So you don't get scared
by my intensity.
how a joey feels inside its mothers pouch
an eagle soaring
a whale coming up for air
a jaguar sitting in an enclosed area at werribee zoo
a baby girl's giggle
a young boys satisfaction eating chocolate cake
a woman singing in the traditional nth-sweden style...jojkning :)
1.THE CONCRETE ISN'T SET
Trembling
like a leaf
that could drift away
any time
that could fall from the tree
any day
but it's not autumn
yet
2.
LIFE
Human life
is beautiful
and tragic
time the only rule
love the only magic
3.
AMAZING
Climb Mt Everest
Climb a Coast Redwood tree
Abseil the steepest rockface
Sprint faster than the speed of light
Sail the choppiest ocean straits
Walk the darkest part of the amazon
Survive the Sahara desert
Stare into the eyes of the sun
All are achievements
of which to be proud
but love is more
love.
is.
life.
A SELF-CENTRED WELL
Are you swimming upstream?
In ocean's of blue?
Do you feel like you're sinking?
No one can buy
true love in their life
we all need someone
on standby
And there's just no way
that I can fight these emotions
your energy running through me
nobody can renew me like you
And I've tried cutting the ropes,
I let you go
but you're still the only one that feels like home
Just lookin' for shelter
from cold and the pain
echoes and silence
patience and grace
all of these moments
I'll never replace
Sometimes I just wanna hide
'cause its you I miss
it's so hard to say goodbye
when it comes to this
I swam across
I jumped across for you
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Cos you were all yellow
Don't you ever wish for
just one thing that you might never see
Don't you ever wish for
just one thing that you might never know
You might never know
You gotta stand up straight
Carry your own weight
These tears are going nowhere baby
Cash money,
ain't got no use for you
unless you can buy me true love
And it's funny,
how many times they've proved
that the only true fortune you can save
is the truth
Artists....I prefer calling them poets:
Delta Goodrem
Missy Higgins
Foo Fighters
Christina Aguilera
Coldplay
Sarah Blasko
U2
The Beautiful Girls
a little bit cool? well go on, discover more. the note is called ''stuff that i've written''. its massive.
i wanted to find one about a spring in your toes instead of swimming. or something. its taking too long. so
i give it to you. your task :)
also explanation of encountering a 'sick person' who's been told about the seed of his problem, and believes the answers/solutions lie somewhere 1/2 way round the world. NOW THAT's A HUGE DISTANCE AWAY! getting very=me leaving. meditate focus.
on a light=candle. on a picture painted= a sunrise or a moonrise. a path across the sea. some mountains on the horizon. and over the horizon i painted quite a big flock of birds. this was a directed activity at heartland. i chose the colours blue and green. because the ocean's colours are my favourite. and the green was inner. the blue was outer. :)
i wrote a song about a moon once:
the moon and the sea
have a connection with me
i love the way that she looks back at me
she knows all my problems and
smoothes them away
the sea sings her songs while
she rights all my wrongs
they work well together
to make me feel better
the sea wraps me up
in her silken warm touch
the moon lights my way
with her path made of rays
the moon and the sea
have a connection
with me
(i found the second vs too)
the rain and the wind
have a connection with me
they seep through my skin
like a soft radiation
the rain is a way
to cover up my tears
it washes my feelings
away down the drain
the wind tickles my chin
and plays endlessly
it pushes agaist me
when I sprint down the beach
I love the way
that they rinse me right through
there is nothing like it to help me through
the rain and the wind
have a connection
with me.
that explains the picture i painted at heartland.
they could be some kind of explanation of many of my poems possibly. just things i sat and watched really. and thought about myself.
i also made a square stone with a vine one it with equal leaf shaped ovals simetrically placed on the left and right of the twisting vine. reminds me of that story about the boy who bought the magical seeds to be able to climb the huge ladder where he meets a friendly giant.
nations.
africa. (there's a theory that i knew about from memory, that my mother backed up,) about africa being full of people already wearing clothes and being a fully cultural society.
now we came along and thought. hmmm...
we're going to fix this. put in some national fences, and rules. help out.
BOOM! KAPOW! CRASH!
uh-oh spagetti-oh.
before there was a beautifully functioning society- i physically wrote on the paper this morning: problem sin. except the line went straight through those words not underneath cos i saw it as a mistake for what i was meant to be writing. i meant to write probably similar to the egyptian empire. seeing as that was the top of the continent. and you know because of the gian ICE AGE thing, that happened to us here on earth? the warmest place was africa. tso the survivors of the hugest crisis ever come from tehre.
WOW!!! i understand why i love african so much!
and i mean brown skin? its like a sweet chocolate thing. and the sweet golden honey, maybe that comes from egypt. a society based on an empire. chocolate thing? cocoa. golden thing? money. spread across the world. in a good or bad way?
anyhow. i advise everyone to go back to you original empire. if you wish in a book. or in a person.
here's an example.
think of all those beautiful awe-inspiring trees that i instincitively go and sit in when i want to feel safe.
what am i? well. i'm born in august. on the 20th. so... my symbolic animal is the lion.
the king of hte jugnle .or according to another system a vermilion bird. both are categorised under fire. following my instinct i looked for bird as my symbol because a bird is more female than a lion. and i as an eighteen year old person am female. currently. but i may have been through many things. and places. and times.
kinda like avatar the last airbender... except i use juggling balls :D to get some oxygen for my inner fire.
ANYHOW. wow my digressions are a little interesting. i wrote down directions. from my meditation don't worry.
SO. the whole tree thing? numbers thing?
nation thing?
well a rainforest has grandparents trees and sapling trees. it functions completely sustainably like family.
a family could be described as 1,3,5,7.
one child. three siblings. 2 parents, and 3 siblings. 2 grandparents, 2 parents, and 3 siblings.
1.3.5.7.
so your family is your original empire created for the lifetime you've lived.
your blood may have a core influence from somewhere, a specific society-empire. so egypt-africa.
ottoman empire. i mean i've heard vaguely of otehr empires. but all i know is the wisest lies in the oldest.
so search for the oldest example in every place. and learn about it. and copy it but miss out the mistakes we've created, to make something a bit similar. wait tehre's many more than one idea and example.
decipher all of them. combine them. in a modern way?
something amazing i read recently i creatively made thing coming down from inner inspirations, fascinating really, by matthew reilly. he probably is quite smart and has done lots of research.
any how. i'd read it. but use this knowledge wisely. no being judge-mental. so making a 'mental' judgement. otherwise known as a 'crazy' judgement. ask the experts to look at it.
WOW. i went to heartland. i encountered a library and i picked out that particular book.
i'll show you my version i wrote it a couple years back. its just slightly way more dodgy.
but you know just finding a connection.
(i'll write it as a new note)
anyhow. man. more interesting little digressions.
back to the nation, family, numbers thing.
1.3.5.7.
in between lies the warning but also the support.
between one and three you need a team of 2 to help you make three. including ages one and twelve. hmm. like a teepee. 3 legs. stable. or a chair. the trianble a very strong thing. safe.
inbetween three and five you need a team of four to help you make 12 which added together makes 3.
so...4 and 14. a table. a seat. stability. certainty.
between 5 and 7 you need a team of 6 to help you make 24 added together make 6. its a warning though.
perfection is amazing but its not a destination. you've got it. simply see it. 6 and 16. beauty.
ok so thats a whole lot of confusing numbers. maybe try and connect to my evolution as childhood-->lifetime 'note'.
does it make more sense then?
2 hours and 50 minutes of thinking and writing.
1 hour and 43 minutes approximately since i made the decision to produce it.
all the best to you in every way
you wise and noble teacher
of your own life
which lies in your past
to learn from the everyday amazing magical
and abide by the only limitation time
from a poem i wrote once :)
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