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Re: How it was in Australia
« Reply #30 on: July 31, 2007, 05:26:12 AM »
This Mount Yarrowick is totally great  :)

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9. Lizard’s Dreaming Place
« Reply #31 on: July 31, 2007, 09:27:03 PM »
Michael has planned a visit to Lizard’s Dreaming Place for today. He says it is quite far away and as we do not get moving right away, he decides to drive part of the way. We are not taking the newer van, but a ‘Crazy Horse’ – yellow-orange (almost) a hippie van. Its exhaust stinks badly, it has seen better days, but it takes us right where we want to. We drive through paddocks and see quite a few calfs. There are also some kangaroos jumping around and it still is an unearthly view for me as there’s such an elegance, ease and speed in their movements.

We stop and continue on foot. We reach a creek we need to cross, but it is full of water because it is winter and there has been quite a lot of rain.

With the help of a pine we manage to get across.

Before crossing I look up and see a big black bird of prey flying. I ask Michael if this is a hawk and he replies that it is an eagle and it flies in right direction as well. A good sign!

We start walking on the bank of a creek. We talk about various things. I tell Michael about my dream about working for a friend who had such a limited view of his work and tasks. Then we switch to talking about work and changing the work in general. I find with tremendous boost of joy how similarly we see it: even a thought ‘is this all I’m ever going to do and ever going to be?’ makes us jump and seek change, seek a new challenge! ‘Juhani-the-Academic’ is not the last stop on this route!

Along the way we reach a magnificent tree that we greet and feel. It is a guardian of the path and feels so good! I try to take pictures occasionally.

I notice that the ground is covered with bones of sheep and kangaroos. We stop at one kangaroo scull and Michael says with a sigh: ‘Poor Yorik!’ Then he continues: ‘Now you see that not everyone I take to that place makes it there!’

The path becomes increasingly rugged, the creek is high and we crawl though thorny bush. Up and down, over rocks, from one bank to another. It is becoming harder and harder. I sweat and gradually all my thoughts focus on walking and crawling. I look carefully in front of my legs, as I don’t want break my leg or twist it. Michael says also that he is not that enthusiastic about carrying me back. I joke that that would be a sight if we both broke our legs and limped back leaning on each other – Julie would be pretty fascinated upon seeing us!

I sweat and we continue in silence. At some point it gets really steep and I use my all four limbs to get higher. I wonder how I’m ever going to get back down on that slope with my knee. I sweep the doubts away by reminding myself that the destination point is why I came here. ‘I’ll bloody crawl down on my belly if I have to, but I’m gonna get there!’, I swear to myself in my mind. After that I go into silence and just keep going.

So it comes as a bit of surprise when we reach the place. At that stage that cat-climber in me has kicked in again and I move with ease and flexibility.

We sit on a large rock and look around.

Michael asks me to sit closer to him and explains me how Aboriginals showed the place to him in dream and how he wondered and searched where it might be. The nature of the place – that of lizard dreaming – became clear when he saw a large black and white lizard hanging on a tree upon arriving. We sit and Michael explains the place to me.

My breathing slows down, I dry up and wash my face. I see Michael is sweating too. I admire his fitness! He is older man than me, but he moves effortlessly!

Michael wonders away and I move around a bit. I notice Michael lying down and enjoying himself in the sun. I walk up to him and suggest that we do a meditation. He thinks it is a good idea. He suggests that I find myself a good spot.

I look around and see a small shelter maybe only 10-15 cm above the creek between two boulders. I crawl in there and try to find myself a good position.

I lie on my back and gradually my thoughts pacify. I get a vision of rocky place, lizard that comes from the left and stops half of its body in my sphere of vision. It turns its head and looks at me with its unblinking eyes. Its head is black with wide white stripe gong from nose to nape.

I get uncomfortable and take another position: I sit with my head between knees and put my hands around knees. I go into dreaming right away. I see a hill with rails of a streetcar going up there – right into bright white sky. There is a streetcar stop down there and then the streetcar goes up there – into the bright white sky. The mood is of tremendous ease and happiness! There are no problems!

I feel that something has changed around me, and discover Michael above me looking at me. We should go. Right. I wonder about the meaning of a streetcar, but decide that it might have some long-term meaning.

We start slowly as we both have cooled down and need to warm up again. The terrain is rugged and hard. We cross the creek and keep struggling. Then I suddenly suggest – lets get to the top of the hill and see if we can walk easier there. As we ascend, it gets easier and when we have reached the top, it becomes an easy stroll! No problems! I recall the dream and tell Michael that the place is taking care of us! We do walk back so easily! It is like walking on the street! The feeling is of tremendous ease!

We only struggle in getting back across the creek again, but the pine is there and helps us to get back.     

Kangaroos are still there and we get into the ‘Crazy Horse’. While driving, the calfs start running and Michael calls them laconically ‘buffalos’. We get back to Michael’s place and tell Julie of our adventures. That good and easy feeling persists!

After dinner we discuss in front of the fireplace the plans for tomorrow. Michael and Julie have to get to work and they wonder what I would like to do. I’m undecided – I could go with them or I could stay. Michael looks at me, thinks, and suggests staying. He says; ‘It’ll help you to solidify.’ Yes, I feel now that being in the house is not challenging me any more. I feel as if I have always been there. I’m so tremendously attracted to it! I have known Michael and Julie always and it does not matter that I have been there only for some 72 hours! Always!

Michael takes me out – the skies are clear and full of stars – and shows me the Southern Cross. He then shows the Milky Way and a dark zig-zagging line in it. It is the Rainbow Serpent. In that darkness is the black hole that is the centre of our galaxy. I look at it trying to reach up with mind. The sky is so full of stars!
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10. The Last Day at Michael’s Place
« Reply #32 on: August 02, 2007, 09:50:27 PM »
We got up early as Michael and Julie had to go to work. We have a quick breakfast and make a short walk to the creek. Michael and Julie give me ideas about what I could do or where I could go during the day. Then they drive away.

It is a beautiful sunny day. Currawongs (magpie-looking and pretty vicious looking birds) are making their ethereal sounds. It is getting warmer.

I go to a garden behind the house and sit there with the Siamese cats. I look around and enjoy the sun. A thought comes to me to read something, but when I pick up a book, I lose any interest in it immediately. The sun shines and a weak breeze moves the branches of trees.

…I look at the distant hills, colours, listen to the breeze and feel like singing. I don’t really know any songs, and any song just wouldn’t do. Neither do I have my own chant yet. So I start singing four-line Migtsema prayer. I sing it until my throat grows tired. I daydream for a while more.

Then it is time to go and add some logs to fires in the house. As I do it, it comes to me that I wanted to try to chop eucalypt logs. Well, I manage to crack up some older logs, but the fresher ones are like thick rubber from which the axe simply bounces back. I manage to break up one of these, but the pieces are too small – Michael suggested that larger pieces are needed. I leave it there – it would be a waste to produce a pile of sawdust. Later Michael tells me that he has been chopping these eucalypts since he was a ki d…

I go into a house, lie down on the couch next to a fireplace, close my eyes and try to reach the spirit of the house with my mind. I attempt to contact directly the energy that has challenged me. Then I relax and simply lie there without much thought. I feel sunrays on my face. I hear some distant noises, birds outside. One Siamese cat comes to me and crawls on me. I dissolve and doze off for a while.

After a while I get up, check the fires and decide to walk around. I head for the creek. It is a powerful place. The primal nature of the land appears only a few hundred meters from the house.

I see a wonderful spot on the other side of a creek. Michael said in the morning that he has been there and enjoyed the spot. After some hesitation I jump on the rocks and cross the creek. The sun is getting warmer; I take off my clothes and lie down on these rocks.

It feels good – the sun, wind, the sounds of creek. Sense of time disappears. I’m here and even a thought of going back to the big world is strangely unreal. The whole world has become unreal. Continuity is broken. I have always been here, known Michael and Julie. I have always bathed in their warmth and unconditional love and care. The other world exists not. The other world is lifeless, dull, and grey. It is somewhere out there – thousand miles away… There, far away, is also Tiina and I feel she is a bit lonely and reaches out for me.

Sun becomes scorching and I feel the burn on my skin (I cannot imagine how the summer sun would look like!). I open my eyes reluctantly and get dressed. I talk to Sun and thank it for its warmth. I repeat my willingness to always follow its command and my gratitude for its guidance. I’m grateful for the possibility to be here, in Australia, and to live this moment.

…Time to move on. I feel the pressure of change clearer than ever. The magic is ending, and I’ll have to move on soon. Tomorrow at the same time I’ll be 1,000 kilometers away from here…

I climb the hill and look down at the creek.

I sit there and look around sucking the feeling into myself and dissolving in it. Will I ever see it all again? I feel clearer than ever just how far away I am from the place I live in and how long a journey it has been to get here. So very-very long. Yet it is my second home. This untamed land. I feel it and feel the Aboriginals that have become one with it.

I walk back to a house and get some good shots of birds that come to eat seeds Julie puts out there.

I also take a shot of a most amazing place anybody could ever stay in.

Then I go into a house, pick up a book and read for a while. Again, I doze off, but this time I see a dream where I walk on the side of a road and Julie drives by in a car. She’s going to a conference. She stops smiles at me asks if she could take me further? Yet I know that our roads split at some stage and she has to go left and I to the right from the parting. Julie smiles and drives away. She is confident and focussed.

Hours pass and it gets darker. Michael and Julie return and I tell them about my dream. They seem to enjoy it. We eat and talk in front of the fireplace. I feel more than ever just how strongly I’m connected to Julie and Michael. I find no words to express it.

Later Michael tells a bit about himself. How he walked the path for years and decades never telling about it to anybody, and how the Spirit whispered to him to engage with others. Yet this is Spirit’s command and I feel how much of a temporal aspect there is to it. Will it last? A new command comes, and regardless of anything one feels, the only thing available will be following it.

Times and ages, millennia or aeons matter non when Spirit commands us to get together. Connections made in time immemorial are refreshed, but it all is for some purpose and the next command will drive us farther – through lives and places. These thoughts float in the twilight of the fireplace.

…what time do I have to leave tomorrow? 9 am. That is a good time. Michael makes it to work in good time. We leave at 9 then? Yep. Lets go to bed then. Good night!

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Re: How it was in Australia
« Reply #33 on: August 03, 2007, 12:00:22 PM »
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11. Moving to Melbourne
« Reply #34 on: August 03, 2007, 10:09:14 PM »
I wake up early and lie for a few moments in bed. I listen to the sounds from outside. Time. I get up, do my bed and pack. At some stage I hear kookaburras starting their laughter quite nearby. I look out and see a whole three of them sitting high up side-by-side and doing their amazing laughing sound. They are such a lovely creatures!

Michael and Julie are up and preparing breakfast. We talk about weather and kookaburras. They are a good sign! Their appearance before a trip suggests smooth ride. We go for a short walk to nearby hill. While returning, Michael does circles with his hands in opposite directions. Julie and I try it, too, and get confused. Laugh!

…the moment inevitably comes. My stuff is in the van and part of my mind already reaches out to airport, planes and Melbourne. Michael gives me a present that removes obstructions and obstacles from the path. I look at the number plate and see that letters on it constitute a word ‘mermaid’. Julie says she quite likes it – being carried by mermaid!

Farewell with Julie. She says with tremendous regret in her voice that she has not much to give me and gives me a book, a black-and-white postcard with a small Aboriginal girl holding emu hatchling, and box of chocolates. Oh, Julie! You’ve given us…me…your uninhibited openness, caring, warmth, love! How could anybody ever measure that? It is more than some people ever get…! We hug. What a feeling! Wave of warmth and kindness flushes way over my head. I still feel it so clearly!

Into the van, and off we go. I’m a bit nervous about making it in time, Michael is at ease. We get to an airport without a hitch. The plane from Sydney has not arrived yet and we have a coffee. Michael draws me a scheme on how to move from one terminal to another in Sydney to get a flight to Melbourne. Then we talk about Soma, about how amazing it would be to get together in flesh. Michael expresses again such a tremendous regret over limitations of the web!

He sits in front of me and this is the kind and gentle Michael. Sunray falls onto his (a bit narrowed) eyes and they obtain golden-amber colour. There is a smile in them. Michael asks me to certainly write at Soma about our/my journey in Australia. I promise to do it. We keep talking and I look periodically over my shoulder to see if the boarding has begun. Then the boarding is announced and we hug.

We are not disembodied spirits any more, and will never again be ones! We part and do not part at the same time. I leave, but I do not feel like it!

…seat belt, table, chair and up we go. I look at the now so familiar colours of Australia. Should I take a pic? No, better just look in silence. We rise over the clouds and settle on course. I read a book, and periodically my mind reaches back to  Michael’s and Julie’s place. I can’t quite put in words, as I feel like part of me has grown into that place. I’m leaving, but a huge part of me is not. I feel empty as if I have strangely expanded, but I have not yet filled the newly-grown space.

Sydney. I walk from one terminal to another. Music is playing, it is some classic thing and it is joyous. I’m somewhere undetermined. Part of me never left, so my perception is only partially in Melbourne. Another flight. Baggage. Bus. South Cross station in Melbourne. My perception has caught up with me and now I’m 80% in Melbourne.

I lift the backpack and start to walk to our hotel. I have misunderstood Tiina and it is not 30-minute walk, but 30- and 20-minute walks.

I get a bit tired and start to think about shifting in time and space. I reach out to Sugilite and contact her. Visions of astral space and tremendous lightness go through my mind. I walk, but suddenly there is that strange feeling as if a cadre has been cut out of the film, and the ends are not properly glued together – a boost of greyness, and I find myself farther along the road that I remembered. Cheers!

I keep walking and reach the hotel in darkness. The owner has been expecting me. I get the key and walk up. I sit on the bed with my naked toes on the carpet when the door opens and Tiina walks in.

That night I see a dream where my two female colleagues ask my help because something abnormal has invaded their living quarters. They are beautiful women, one is earthly and full of desire to live life to the fullest (which she actually does), the other is older and more considerate. I go to their apartment and discover that one of the walls has disappeared. There is a dark endless space there and it is not passive, but it is utterly inhuman and tries to grab my beingness. It is so inhuman that it threatens my existence. I know that that wall cannot be rebuilt. So I use magic (that was taught to me by my friend sorcerer) – from the centre of my chest (my heart) I generate a colourful (pale blue and a bit of rainbow colours) energy cocoon that embraces first them and after expanding – their flat. That is the only thing that separates them from that darkness. They smile, compliment me on my skills, and I leave.

(In hindsight, this dream might have had some practical reflections. These two colleagues of mine were in the UK when these tremendous floods occurred. Their town was given a flood warning, and floods missed their town by sheer chance)
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Re: How it was in Australia
« Reply #35 on: August 04, 2007, 06:30:17 AM »
So very good, these words.  Touching.  Thank you.  T2 and WJ
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Re: How it was in Australia
« Reply #36 on: August 04, 2007, 02:28:11 PM »
Juhani, I'm so awed and moved by your entire thread, from the excitement of the journey to the feelings with michael and julie, to the visions and dreams and commands of spirit.
I feel like you've grown so much -- for one thing, to have taken the journey at all, and for another, to have shared so much of your heart with us all. It could be that one would have to have known you for a while to know how precious and how momentous this sharing was -- I don't know. I hope it will be the inspiration for others, at any rate, that it has been for me!

Thank-you!

((((((((((you)))))))))))

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Re: How it was in Australia
« Reply #37 on: August 04, 2007, 06:10:12 PM »
Juhani, I'm so awed and moved by your entire thread, from the excitement of the journey to the feelings with michael and julie, to the visions and dreams and commands of spirit.
I feel like you've grown so much -- for one thing, to have taken the journey at all, and for another, to have shared so much of your heart with us all. It could be that one would have to have known you for a while to know how precious and how momentous this sharing was -- I don't know. I hope it will be the inspiration for others, at any rate, that it has been for me!

Thank-you!

((((((((((you)))))))))))

This comment from N could be my words and comments too. Thank you Juhani!


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12. Walking in Melbourne
« Reply #38 on: August 08, 2007, 06:03:51 PM »
I hear with one ear when Tiina runs away to her conference and I sleep quite late. Today I want to walk around the city and see if I find an Indian shop where they’d sell statue of Garuda. Julie had discouraged me a bit by saying that Garuda is not that popular in India, but is rather a deity of Indonesians, and that there are not so many Indian shops in Melbourne. Well, we will see what is to be found there in the city.

Melbourne is quite cool – maybe 12 degrees Celsius. I walk towards the city centre and the very first thing along the road reminds passers-by about the very British roots of the city.

As a city, Melbourne is beautiful. One could call it even designer city (Gucci or Armani city among the cities). It is incredibly clean city. You would not see a piece of paper on a street. Very unusual sight after rubbish-ladden British cities.

However, a bit farther one could see houses that are so common in Manchester, Leeds, Liverpool or in any other northern industrial city of England.

But…the river flowing through the city is called Yarra and that is reminder of the fact, that this city is a transplant of somebody else’s culture to this land. It also contributes to me feeling very strongly being surrounded by stone walls and wanting to get back to bush and forest. Today the city really exerts pressure on me, although it is beautiful and extraordinarily clean…

I see older buildings in harmony with modern glass and concrete wonders. It is actually an art to achieve such a co-existence of old and new.

Apparently, Julie was right. I cannot find any Indian shops and so I go to the market. It is huge. There is one Indian woman selling all sorts statues and pendants. I ask for Garuda and she gives me a really strange-looking one: it has elephant’s head and eagle’s body. Too strange for me! She also has some Phurbas, but I need to achieve clarity about them.

It is 3.30 pm and I have to meet Tiina. Her conference is finishing today and we’ll walk around a bit and then we’ll have a dinner.
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It is twilight over the city, a bit of rain is coming down over this cramped concrete jungle…Yarra flows…
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Re: How it was in Australia
« Reply #39 on: August 08, 2007, 09:46:09 PM »
 :) Another huge thank you for sharing!!!!

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13. The Great Ocean Road
« Reply #40 on: August 14, 2007, 11:45:27 PM »
Alarm clock. What? Already?! Ah…right! We are going for a two-day tour on the Great Ocean Road.

It is a narrow road that runs west from Melbourne on the coast of Indian Ocean. 3,000 Australian World War I veterans constructed it in 15 years. That seems to be a better way to channel the post-war stress than to establish Hells Angels (World War II veterans) or Bandidos (Korean veterans). Though…who knows?

It is one of the most spectacular coastal roads in the world…or so the brochure says.

Quick breakfast and we are on the street. Bus arrives in a minute and off we drive. We must pick up a few more members of the group. There is one Chinese couple, one Italian couple (who almost don’t speak English), one Irish guy Ryan, young American girl (Yale, first time travelling the world on her own), Irish couple that is touring the world (South America and New Zealand behind, Australia at hand, and India on the horizon), 60-odd years old hippie George from the US (who speaks lingo I’ve thought is only possible to hear in the movies, and on whose hat is a writing ‘Incredible’), one Geordie (who has apparently had strange encounter with transvestites in Melbourne and is very impressed by that), and then we pick up Nele who is fairly young German girl and has an unusual aura about her.

Her beingness brings to my mind Nele from the book ‘The Legend of Thyl Ulenspiegel and Lamme Goedzak’ by Charles de Coster. Nele was there the eternally young embodiment of Love of Flanders and partner of Thjl Ulenspiegel, a prankster (also eternally young embodiment of Spirit of Flanders) who led the Dutch/Flanders' fight for independence against Spain.

The road is spectacular. One can only imagine what efforts it took to hack it into the rocky slopes of hills on the coast. At some places the road is so close to the ocean that during high tides and storms, waves may well wash over it.

When you look south at the coast there is the nearest continent to Australia – 4000 km away is Antarctica.

We take a brief stop near eucalypt forest and see immediately some koalas.

We are told that they are very energetic animals and sleep whole 22 hours a day. They are very territorial and fight fiercely for their territory for 20 minutes a day, go to sleep, eat and continue the next day. Their fights last looooooong…as does mating. They are able and do fall asleep during sex, wake up and go on from where they left it. Fierce creatures they are!

The next stop is at the rainforest. It is a bit different from the forests we’ve seen before. It feels moister. Our guide and driver (Bill) is very knowledgeable guy. He tells that eucalypts my well grow over 100 meters high and their roots go into ground also for 100 meters (200 meters tall plant!) Bill says that one can build two houses from one roughly 1,000 years old eucalypt.

But the stunning revelation for us is the fact that these ferns or ‘fern trees’, as Tiina calls them, grow only a millimeter a year. Hence, that 10-meter tall fern here…is 10,000 years old…! It almost remembers the last ice age; human lives with their 70-year spans are like short flashes for this plant. Our visit is even shorter…less than a fraction of a second for it…

It is at that moment something tells me to look up and through a narrow gap in the green canopy I see a big eagle flying. I start to get a feeling that there might be something extraordinary coming our way on this trip and that it is not just a typical tourist stuff we are going to get here.

While exiting the forest, Bill tells us that there was a crime committed in that national park. Somebody holding a grudge cut with a chain saw deeply into some 60 huge eucalypts that consequently dehydrated and died. 20 minutes of barbarism destroyed 55,000 years of growth. It took two years to gradually cut down and remove these giant trees…

We drive on and stop at the place called 12 Apostles. They are sandstone cliffs in the ocean. Actually, there were 18 apostles initially, but the ocean washed six apostles away. The expectation is that there will be pretty soon only 11 apostles there…

Bill tells us that there have been hundreds of shipwrecks on the southern coast of Australia. Perhaps it is no wonder that this place is called Bay of Martyrs…
 …and there is this cloud hanging over it?

We keep driving to reach our stop for a night. It is in Grampians (Gariwerd in Aboriginal)  – mountains discovered by a man called Mitchell. We drive the last part of the road in darkness and it is a region full of kangaroos. Some of them jump on the road, some sit next to it. Bill seems to be a bit tired. No wonder, as we have covered about 700-800 kilometers.

Finally we stop in a small village. We have a quick dinner and then Bill takes us to see kangaroos.

It’s a cold night. The sky is absolutely clear and full of bright stars. We walk in silence…around the corner. There they are. About half dozen of them. Grazing.

I walk in the end of our group and look more in the sky than at the kangaroos. It is so bright! One moment Nele stands nearby and looks also up. I remember the eagle flying, and ask her if she knows what the Rainbow Serpent is? She doesn’t. I show her and give the explanation given to me by Michael. I do not really know why I do it, but maybe it matters?

…meanwhile, the kangaroos are becoming agitated. There are male and female who clearly want to get on with it, but two other males are against it. Bill takes us closer and we hear how kangaroos growl at each other, then jump up and kick each other. Apparently one opposing male is hurt, he tries to jump over a fence, but stumbles and falls on his side. Ouch! Then gets up and boink…boink…boink goes off into darkness. The other opposing male challenges the fiancée, but gets hit hard, runs into fence, bounces back and passes no farther than half a meter from me. I start to get a sense of nuances of a bullfighter profession. We watch that kangaroo drama a bit more and go to sleep.

Next morning we are up early, have coffee and got for a walk. Kookaburras sing in the morning quiet and we see couple of them flying around. There has been a night frost and the grass is white. The mountains around us look quite wild.

We get into bus and start driving. We go up into mountains and what we see is amazing! Bill says that only one-two days are so clear each winter. In his opinion we have been truly blessed. We are in awe!

I ask him whether Aboriginals still do anything in these mountains and Bill replies that no, there are very few of them left there. However, he says, these places used to be important for them.

This place is called Jaws of Death.

I try to make contact with the spirits of the place and they feel different. They are cold, not unfriendly, but inhuman. Different.

We keep going. Our next stop is at MacKenzie falls.

There is about 20-30 meter walk on stairs to the bottom of falls. Bill sends us off and Tiina says jokingly that Bill wants to save his energy and see how we come up sweating and wheezing. Bill gets serious and says that he would really like to come with us and tell about the place, but he cannot. Disks in his back have been dislodged and some nerves in his foot have died. The back also aches. It is a stunning news – he is doing 1,200 km drive in two days in such a condition?! Bill says he does it out of love for his job. He likes to show people Australia and tell about it. I get the feeling that we have been given one extraordinary man to drive us around.

In Aboriginal language the name of falls means Black Fish in the River (or something along these lines). There is a distinct feeling of presence. What do these cliffs tell? Who is there? Again the feeling was different from previous places. Colder? Somber?

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Re: How it was in Australia
« Reply #41 on: August 14, 2007, 11:57:16 PM »
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14. Driving with Bill
« Reply #42 on: August 15, 2007, 01:49:32 AM »
Sometime after midday we put most of our group on the bus going to Adelaide, the rest of us are going to return to Melbourne. Before that we have some lunch. We sit in the same table with Bill and our talk takes off easily. We discuss the bushfires that damaged Grampians badly last year, we switch to respective government policies and soon we discover ourselves discussing social policies of the Australian government.

Bill is deeply unhappy about these policies. I look into his eyes and that is the moment of recognition. I sit next to him in the bus and we talk all the way to Melbourne.

He tells about his parents who died and whom he could not provide with a decent life last months. He promised his father to let him die at home (cancer), but as the illness got worse and he had to spend more and more time next to father’s bed injecting him morphine, Bill’s working days went 22-23 hours long. Eventually he was physically unable to do his work and care for his father. The only remaining option was a nursing home that turned out to be something of a disaster.

It occurred, that the nursing home was badly understaffed, people weren’t cared properly for, and sometimes people unable to use their hands were left with full plates in front of and nobody feeding them. Bill said that his father did not speak to him for three months, but was able to forgive him just before dying. Bill looked into my eyes and said: ‘But what else could have I done? Nothing, just nothing.’

Then Bill says that he is not just a driver and a tour guide, but he spends all his free time doing all sorts of volunteer work. He says he has been once the volunteer worker of the year of Victoria and once of Australia. He met lately with Victoria’s prime minister and he has a full project set up to establish a new type of nursing homes, ‘community nursing homes’ he calls them. ‘These titles help me to open doors and get to important people!’

Bill’s motto is: ‘In this life, when you see that something is wrong, you can either sit and let it go by, or you can get up and DO something about it!’ Bill says that in his life there are three things: love for Australia and its nature, doing something about things that are not right, and always giving something back to society.

His nursing home project aims at involving in running these homes local communities and relatives of elderly people cared for. He says it is surprising how much more can be done with the same money when people really invest themselves into project. Local communities also understand how important such nursing homes are, ‘for if people have given all their lives, they must have something in return when they are old!’

There’ such a fire and passion in Bill that I feel sheer admiration for him. He’s doing hard job already (considering his health), but it is not nearly enough for him, for he really wants to DO something!

He is highly critical of the central government that has shut down many social programmes, raised interest rates no less than six times, reorganised labour market so that there are less guarantees for workers, and most importantly – does not do anything about the drought and the need for fresh water.

Bill tells me that he just returned from the northern areas, and he is very, very concerned about what is going on there. He says that Australia has water left for only 10 months and all talks about building desalination plants are desperately late. There will be 25 dry months between the water running out (if miracle does not happen and massive rainfall will fill the reservoirs) and the first fresh water being produced in these plants. The situation in northern farmlands is getting desperate. In many areas 6 years of drought have dried the land to the extent that even massive rain wouldn’t help it – it is plain dead, cracked and blown away. Sheep cost maximum 5 dollars per piece and usually they are just given for free as nobody wants them anyway. In some regions the suicide rate among farmers has been as high as 25%. Water shortages are so severe that one man who used it for watering his garden was punished by closing all water for one week!

These figures and facts are stunning! Bill agrees. He shows sheep grazing around us and says that they have been brought there from north. I say that it looks as if the white man is becoming as nomadic as Aboriginals, and Bill finds that parallel fitting. I ask about winter rain that is coming down and in Bill’s mind it will all come to naught in two weeks of 40 C in summer. He says that all green grasslands around us will be brown and dry in summer. The only hope is extraordinarily strong rainfall.

I thank Bill for showing me what is happening behind that nice façade of Australia, and he smiles – he likes that somebody is interested in it. He asks what do I do for living and I tell him that I’m academic. I try to make people think a bit more, try to show them that world is not black and white and all that seems black or white is not necessarily black and white. He likes that. Yes, thinking, the ability to see things for oneself is important.

I wonder about Australia’s social polices and draw a parallel with Scandinavian countries where the strategy of governments has been to create conditions for developing a high-quality and sustainable labour for states’ economies. Investment into social policies has been a part of normal running of state. Yes, he agrees, that sounds like a normal thing to do, but it is not done.

Another project Bill has been working on is drug addicts’ rehabilitation centres. Bill’s own daughter is an addict and he says that he has been unable to help her. ‘Streets are so full of that stuff…They bloody don’t even ask money for every shot…It is just so very different world they live in…’ In Bill’s mind the centre he wants to establish must be run by reformed addicts. ‘No textbook heroes there! They haven’t got a clue what it all means and is!’ Bill says that he can only be on the background, but people who have come through that hell, must have freedom to run things. That is the project he is going to spend the next day – his day off.

What a man!

We also talk about ships, maritime disasters and all things that come to mind. Bill has read a huge amount of books!

When we say farewells at our hotel, he wishes us all the best and hopes he managed to show us the beauty of Australia. I say that he also showed what’s behind the façade and that is a precious gift!

He smiles.

‘We had a good talk, eh, mate?’
‘Yes, we did! You take care of your back, Bill, would you? You have so much to give!’

We look into each other’s eyes, shake hands, and part.
I’m so very grateful to have met this man on the other side of the globe.

Take care, Bill, wherever you are now! I really wish your projects will succeed!
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15. Phillip Island
« Reply #43 on: August 15, 2007, 03:24:16 AM »
Our last trip is to Phillip Island. Every night some 400 penguins come out of the ocean and go to their nests. It is said to be quite a scene, and we will take a look at it.

On our way to island (that is quite large, actually: 27 km from east to west, and 9 km from south to north) we stop at animal sanctuary (where they heal wounded animals).

There are all sorts of creatures there, including my favourite – WOMBAT! It is an amazing creature. We are told that there is no chance of it getting too used to people. At the age of two it gets aggressive and must be released into nature. This chap here did not react in any way to pats nor other attempts to communicate!

Wombat’s closest relative is koala. It is truly ancient species and we were warned not to touch them (they have impressive claws!).

The island was beautiful. The penguins usually come out right after the sunset. They return from as far as 100-120 km. We are seated on the sand and photographing is strictly prohibited – the flashes scare penguins and damage their widely open eyes.

The darkness sets in. Nothing happens. We sit maybe 7-8 meters from the waterline. Suddenly we see a tiny figure getting up in receding wave. It stands there and does not dare to move ashore. Then another one gets up. And another. Suddenly the first gets scared and runs back to water, the others follow. 20 meters away another group is gathering. Nearby are some seagulls. On the dry land penguin’s most feared enemy is eagle. Seagulls seem to know that penguins are afraid of flying birds, and repeatedly rise in the air to watch with curiosity how penguins run back to sea. Seagulls repeat that joke for 7-8 times until they get bored and walk away. Only then dare penguins to walk ashore. We see several groups of 5-10 little penguins walking ashore. They are so cute – despite all their fears and uncertainty they follow the call of nature and walk bravely to their nests.

We start to walk back as well. Next to our walkway made of planks we hear penguins calling each other and see them climbing up small hills. There are many people and it is a true Babel – we are able to identify 7-8 different languages.

We get on bus and start driving back. The rain turns torrential. Suddenly we stop and see how rescue workers are trying to cut up a crumpled piece of metal that only vaguely reminds car. They extract bodies and drive away; we are allowed to pass.
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19. The Last Day in Melbourne and Australia
« Reply #44 on: August 15, 2007, 03:38:28 AM »
We spend it walking around and saying farewell to the city. We have got so very used to Australia, to its fierce energies, that going back does not feel like anything. We have grown into Australia.

We discuss the possibility of moving here. Would we survive the summer heat? Tiina says we would need to use some Asian clothes – long linen stuff to shelter from sun and not get too hot. Tiina thinks that moving to Australia for a while could be possibility. We’ll see.

Last glances at the Gucci city. Yarra is so dark and quiet.


There are six concrete columns of the banks of river Yarra that start to blow gas at 18.00 every evening, that is then ignited at different intervals. There are small flashes in the beginning and really large torches at the end.


Farewell, Melbourne, and thank you for everything!

At the hotel we make a call to Michael.
Thank you so much for everything! We have had extraordinary time! We saw so much, and we’ve seen the true and untamed Australia! It is priceless!

 

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