An E-mail I recieved... Letter to Editor

Maybe we should turn to our history books and point out to people why today's Australian is not willing to accept the new kind of immigrant any longer. Back in 1900 when there was a rush from all areas of Europe to come to Australia, people had to get off a ship and stand in a long line in Sydney and be documented. Some would even get down on their hands and knees and kiss the ground. They made a pledge to uphold the laws and support their new country in good and bad times. They made learning English a primary rule in their new Australian households and some even changed their names to blend in with their new home.

They had waved good bye to their birth place to give their children a new life and did everything in their power to help their children assimilate into one culture. Nothing was handed to them. No free lunches, no welfare, no labour laws to protect them. All they had were the skills, craftsmanship and desire they had brought with them to trade for a future of prosperity. Most of their children came of age when World War II broke out. Australians fought along side men whose parents had come straight over from Germany, Italy, France, Japan, Czechoslovakia, Russia, Sweden, and so many other places. None of these first generation Australians ever gave any thought about what country their parents had come from. They were Australians fighting Hitler, Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan. They were defending the Freedom as one people.

When we liberated France, no one in those villages was looking for the people of France, they saw only Australians. And we carried one flag that represented our country. Not one of those immigrant sons would have thought about picking up another country's flag and waving it to represent who they were. It would have been a disgrace to their parents who had sacrificed so much to be here. These immigrants truly knew what it meant to be a Australian. And here we are in 2006 with a new kind of immigrant who wants the same rights and privileges. Only they want to achieve it by playing with a different set of rules, one that includes an Australian passport and a guarantee of being faithful to their mother country. I'm sorry, that's not what being a Australian is all about.

 

Australians have been very open hearted and open minded regarding immigrants, whether they were fleeing poverty, dictatorship, persecution, or whatever else makes a person adopt a foreign country. And I suppose when we say adopt, we think of those aforementioned immigrants who truly did ADOPT our country, and our flag and our morals and our customs. And left their wars, hatred, and divisions behind. I believe that the immigrants who landed in Australia in the early 1900s deserve better than that for the toil, hard work and sacrifice in raising future generations to create a land that has become a beacon for those legally searching for a better life. I think they would be appalled that they are being used as an example by those waving foreign country flags, fighting foreign battles on our soil, making Australians change to suit their religions and cultures, and wanting to change our country's fabric by claiming discrimination when we do not give in to their demands.

I say ... I love my home, and I know that there are people all over the world who would love to live here and love my home too. Please understand, we are a multicultural country full of people from every nation, tribe and tongue. Let's learn from the past so we may grow and florish together in our future...

A whole lot of bull really

I'm away from here for a little while. I don't know how long sooo, if i come back and you're not here, I love you and I wish all the best for you. Please take care of yourself and it was wonderful ever meeting you. I hope you smile more than you frown and that no matter how down you ever get, there will always ring, even if it's just ohh so fainly in your lives ...

THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE....

Gosh life’s a funny thing. Just thinking about when we were kidlets, growing up in what ever environment. Obviously, somehow we did indeed grow up surviving the hazards of being a thoughtless youth in this big dangerous world. I don’t know how it works but somehow it does and we’re here; we made it to ‘now’.

 

It seems to be the easiest thing to live our ‘now’ with our minds in yesterday; some in tomorrow and some in yesterday but not a whole lot in the ‘now’. Does that seem strange to anyone else? Tomorrow and yesterday don’t exist in my ‘now’ so why do they take up so much of my life while I’m living it?

 

My yesterday isn’t remembered the same as when it actually was. Do you ever watch video’s of a party or something that happened years ago, and when you watch it, things are not as you remember them? So somehow I must add or take away from my memories as I’m remembering them. My past perhaps isn’t EXACTLY how I remember it anyway.

 

So strange…

 

I don’t quite know how to get my mind out of my past and future, but I know I must. I want to live! To do that properly I must be in the ‘now’ so I am able to create a past that’s fun to go back to, one that’s wonderful to remember. Bad things will always happen, but just imagine if I worked on my ‘now’ so that all the fantastic and terrific ‘nows’ become amazing ‘thens’ so much so, the good is allowed to outweigh the yucky.

 

Wow! Just imagine my memories then?

Often it is said that you only get out of something what you put in. I wonder if that means, if we put a lot of effort into our ‘nows’ our ‘thens’ will be better but then again, we won’t need to go back because we’ll be building such a great present. Let’s be kind to ourselves and offer us a great present living life to it’s full… living it now …

 

Gosh isn’t life so funny sometimes. If this makes ANY sense to anyone...

YOU’RE AMAZING!

*Giggles*

 

Then as the leaves danced effortlessly touched by the breeze, light streamed from the sky and touched in a way - indescribable. He enveloped me in his presence lifting me, my feet no longer touching the ground. In a burst of glory we each became blazing light and in this one moment the earth vanished. There was nothing as we two joining with billions in this place of consciousness alone.

Peace…

 

Impacting! Beautiful - such a rare sensation. I remember the ache at first, as every muscle relaxed; released tension. Even stranger the sensation when I realise, we have no bodies in this place; this place of awareness.

 

Soaring - Comets in timeless space, moving without motion, beyond speed and place. Living…

Loving beyond the word, feeling or any definition and absolutely aware of everything and nothing; there is no here, there, when … there is only now.

 

His touch – beyond the known, in fact all I do know … I need more …

 

It would be easy to think, no matter where one is or who one is seen to be, that … ‘this is it’. Some would even be convinced that they’re too old or too young, too poor or too rich, the wrong colour, shape, type, in the wrong place at the wrong time, too short or too tall, too stupid or too smart, too right or too wrong… what ever it is, sometimes we’ve allowed ourselves to be convinced that it’s over. “This is as good as it gets”. Some how we just reach the point where the “fed up-ed-ness” happens, and we feel we just don’t – can’t reach the mark; the expectations we and we feel others, place upon us. Well….

 

Really, I don’t know. I don’t know why we think we need to live our lives to please others, but that doesn’t make it ‘not real’.

I understand there are some relationships where ones choose to discipline themselves in the art of submission, be it work, training, love…

 

But it’s the other I’m wondering about, the type of expectation that can cause us to feel less. Like for instance the student who can never live up to their parents need for their child to be the smartest. The wife or husband who can never quite get anything right – you know what I mean? Like the young beautiful child actor, singer, model, who feels as though they will never be anything more to anyone than something to look at or hear or enjoy. Sometimes we never… ever… quite make it… do we?

 

What do we really want? I wish I knew… really I do.

 

It’s New Year. Yep, it happened last year and here it is again - New Year!

 

 I don’t want to make any New Year resolutions or promises to myself or anyone else this year. I don’t want to try and change into something more than I am or less than I am or what ever else lots of us say we’ll do but rarely follow through. No…

I think this year, I’ll just live… Don’t know about you, but that sounds like a lot of fun if it’s unencumbered with expectations. Yeah, chuck them away! Take that big heavy thing off, drop it and walk away. When we’re walking free, perhaps it will be easier to allow others to do the same. Perhaps it will be easier to forgive, easier to laugh, even easier to truly … Love.

 

Ohh well, we can always … hope …