This I write as a warning to my bride to come, for you are also my children and my love flows through your veins. Be faithful and allow my children to laugh and be free in their gifts of love to my heart. The past you were unfaithful to the love I offered you and you came crashing down into dark times.
Now I have restored you and my children play and are cared for because they love their Father and inherited my love and their blood opens them to choose the highest gifts of heaven, yet those that surround them are without the gift of sight and eaten by anger and hatred and love has become a treat as it was when I walked the earth. So I will not leave you my children and your choice of my love will lift you up to me to no longer be a chosen victim but to live in the royal household to work with a joy of heart on creations of my hopes to see you full of satisfaction.
Be strong and let the sword of your light push back the doom and darkness from where you walk. Be my beautiful children and I bless you my son Duke for choosing to do this for me and my family.
Within my tears and joy I am so deeply honored dear Jesus. Guide my every word so all is as it should be. Forever love.


“Misconceptions” Robert Browning

This is a spray the Bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure
O, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray’s, which the flying feet hung to,—
So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!
This is a heart the Queen leant on,
Thrill’d in a minute erratic,
Ere the true bosom she bent on,
Meet for love’s regal dalmatic
O, what a fancy ecstatic
Was the poor heart’s, ere the wanderer went on—
Love to be saved for it, proffer’d to, spent on!

Australian History☀VICTORIA

Memorial to bandsmen of S.S. Titanic, Sturt Street, Ballarat, 1916.
An Edwardian bandstand commemorates the musicians lost in the “SS Titanic” disaster of 1912 . It was erected by the council with funds raised by the Victorian Band Association, citizens of the area and the Council.

It is a memorial to the sinking of the Titanic, a disaster still recalled today, and to her heroic musicians who played as they went down with their ship. It commemorates the bandsmen who played sacred music (Nearer My God to Thee) on the deck of the “Titanic” as this liner slowly sank in the Gulf of St. Lawrence after a collision with an iceberg. The “Titanic” was the largest ship in the world and believed to be the safest ship afloat. Of approximately 2200 passengers there were 705 survivors.

The bandstand was opened in the presence of a large crowd of bandsmen.

The bandsmen of Australia subscribed and are having a Titanic memorial band-stand erected in Ballarat. The memorial is to be unveiled by his Excellency the Governor-General on Friday, October 22.
Bathurst Times (NSW), 13 September 1915.
Contributor: John Young Collection.

Australian History☀☀

K is for Kongwak (between Korumburra and Wonthaggi)
This is early Kongwak, the farmland is still only very roughly cleared. The images include the Kongwak Butter Factory Cooperative especially for Linda. These Kongwak images are all Postcards from a family collection and as a set,

provide an insight into the establishment of Kongwak at a point in time, but when? Looking closely I can see evidence that a number of these (and probably all) were taken at the same time. Perhaps the photographer was a visitor who spent a day (or two) in Kongwak. The Postcards are produced by H.J. Vallance, Photo Artist, Mansfield (a name I’ve seen on postcards before). Did H.J. Vallance take the photos or just produce the postcards? Only one of these Postcards has actually been posted and I suspect others were collected by my Grandmother and her sister on visits to their Aunt and Uncle Stender’s dairy farm c1910. My estimate is that the photos were taken in the range 1899-1910. Any thoughts? Who else has Kongwak photos or stories? I will add descriptions on each photo individually.

I found this comprehensive article on Kongwak from The Age May 12, 1926 at this Trove link – (which I hope works)

Australian HISTORY ☀☀

A beautiful collection of what Lake Wendouree was once like.

Fairyland, Lake Wendouree, Ballarat Victoria. ca. 1890 – ca. 1901
Author/Creator:- Stainer, Cyril Robert, photographer.
SLV Source ID: 1785872
SLV Accession: H2002.130/15
SLV Accession: H2002.130/16
SLV Accession: H2002.130/17


When you go to Heaven, they ask, “Are-you-a-mess? Did you really mess it up, nullify the bless?” “Yes,” I answered, honestly, coming from The Heart. “Well, congratulations, Dear, that was your fine part! It’s those folks that ‘mess it’ that quite win in the end – even though some folks think: One needs a fine blend! So, hearty congrats to you, Friend, you are on your way – to “The Highest Plateaus,” {pause} on this Heavenly Day.

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I’ve picked my path
But still not worried to wander
Or stray
As along as I do my work
A little everyday
I’ve bought my tools and know how to use
Years of practice and self abuse
Didn’t pick an easy path
That of a drunken musician at night
And a working smith by day
No one ever said it was an easy way
I’m stubborn as an old mule
some say
Many an ex will tell you today
I live my life to the beat of my own drum
But following my path and sacrificed many a year to become what I am today
Thank you Lord for every sunrise I see
Please keep me humble and free .
T E 5/29/16🕊


Do you have a hard time putting the phone down?

It’s something we see every day,
pretty much everywhere.

It’s like everyone’s glued to their phones, and
it feels like nobody talks to each other any more.

But more than anything, it feels like
it’s becoming harder and harder to break
away and to just BE PRESENT with
oneself, and with nature.

That’s why we make these hammocks.

Yellow Leaf Hammocks are handwoven by people we
love and care about…Mothers and fathers
we know by first name, who also know
how important it is to relax and
spend time with family.

The hammocks are specially made to
fit your body (almost like a hug) in order to
make you feel weightless and supported…

To give you that CONFIDENCE to
reclaim your personal space so you can relax,
and foster a sense of inner peace and joy.

Simply by breaking away from all the
tech, toys, and noise that surrounds us.

It sounds simple, but we think spending
just 10 minutes a day in a hammock in peace is
a bold move, in what sometimes feels like
a crazy, and lonely world.

We want you to experience this joy,
and break away from the noise.🕊