When I was a little girl, my grandfather had a home in the middle of the city. It must have had a very big yard because, down the back, there was a place called " The Wild Place ".
It was so convenient really.
We could play there and imagine all sorts of things. But we were still close enough to home that Mum could call and we would hear her call " Cooee! " and be back at the table for lunch quick snap
It had a stone wall around it and, within the wild place there were many monsters, wild animals and creatures as yet undiscovered.
Once we scaled that stone wall, we were in another dimension. And it was all within a " cooeee " of our Mum. It was not just our wild pace. It was paradise.
" We need to preserve wild spaces. Outside in the environment, but also within ourselves. The opposite of control isn’t chaos, it is reality"
When our lives are controlled, we are meaningless. We drift from task to task, seemingly blind in achieving our objective which, ultimately, is to stay ahead of the Boss Hogs, Weasels, and Snakes.
When we are allowed to thrive, the world is beyond limit.
I am sitting here at the moment, thinking about my daughters and the lives they led as children. They rode their bikes and swam and tap-danced their way through the 80's. As my eldest daughter, now in her late 40's said recently,
" If you were the lucky generation, Mum, we were the luckier generation. "
And it is true.
I find it such a shame that children today are unable or unwilling to enjoy the simple pleasures of life because of adult interference.
Adults have interfered with childhood. Government intervention in the parental role of caring and guiding our young folk to a life worth living.
" these Oligarchs who control our lives through that thing called government are ADDICTS. They are addicted to MORE Money, Power & Control…"
ADDICTS do not care how much damage they do. Everything is about how they will get their next fix. They have delusional versions of ‘reality’ that back up their justifications for such damage if they aren’t completely oblivious....
Once you understand that these people will never STOP THEMSELVES… then you understand the reality we are facing… they can’t be ‘reasoned’ with… they have no ‘reasoning’ that does not involve pushing forward with their agenda.
I NEED my wild place. We ALL do. Not shut off by Aboriginal Land Councils or green tape, red tape, or black tape.
I need somewhere to retreat to that is outside the CONTROL of the Boss Hog. Somewhere to travel, in my mind and my body. I need to cruise down the canals of France or simply sit back and gaze at a star filled sky in wonder, see the sun set and the sun to rise. I need that solitude and sanctuary of my mind.
Because there is sweet bugger all else left these days when we need to go to a quiet place.
Yes, I understand that I can get in my car and head off into the Outback. I can lie under a star-filled sky and be amazed at the sheer bounty that is out there; that endless infinity that we call the Universe.
I can pitch a tent beside a creek and roll out my swag and sip from a bottle of green ginger wine as I warm myself in the cold winter's night air. And thank God for the men and women who fought for my right to have white privilege,
For, to my mind, the White Privilege that so many speak about, is the privilege to have fought and died in war to PROTECT the country that our government seeks to destroy.
There was nothing privileged about it. Or was there? The privilege to fight for children to live with innocence and delight? The privilege to live, young and free?
And that is what we are fast losing in our countries today.
You want National Identity?
Look no further than a Man at War.
Sadly, as our children lose their childhoods, our men lose their manhood. Our women become diminished by men pretending to be women.
Our world has become a wild place and our children are angry.
I cannot begin to comprehend how people today can survive the relentless bombardment of propaganda, noise and inane idiocy that spews forth from television news and left wing social media.
I cannot.
What have we done?
I can smile as I read from my dog-eared copy of the writings of Banjo Patterson ( who should have been posthumously knighted by the way ) and I can recount the shave of the Man from Ironbark as he escaped the razor that sought to slit his throat.
Only these days we are slitting our own throats and the man from Ironbark is no more.
A lost soul in a nation that has lost its way.
I can do all those things and be content in my wild place.
Except that I have become soft.
I like the comfort of my bed. I like the warmth of my reverse cycle air conditioning and the relief it gives on a mid-summer's night or a frosty winter's morning. .
I enjoy being able to pop into the local to buy a bottle of my favorite tipple and then see the ease with which I can order a meal and have it delivered to my door a mere 40 minutes later.
Yes, I have become soft.
And the government knows it and they know it well.
They have, in their own way, made me soft.
Yes, even in the bush there is no escape from the lunacy that is engulfing our nation and our world.
Today, our wild places are so far away.
We cannot scale a stone wall and enter a wild place.
How long will it be before we can no longer see the wild places because Native Title has taken over?
Girraween Natikonal Park
The Wild Place is no longer an easy place to visit.
That place where we can sup on a ginger wine or stare at a wondrous sky or read a favourite poem; or marvel at a night sky that sparkles like jewels and we, mere mortals, marvel at its magnificence. Surely, it is not such a big ask to just be Australian? Under the Southern Cross?
Or are we in a wild place where there are walls being erected and the sound of " Cooeee " is no more?
Vote No and save our country.
After all, we bloody earned it.
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