Ancient Aboriginal tradition celebrating football-sized bunya gets revival in Queensland – ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-02-25/aboriginal-bunya-dreaming-festival-revived-in-queensland/10806994?pfmredir=sm

An ancient Aboriginal tradition celebrating the harvest of the spiky, football-sized bunya cone is being revived on the Sunshine Coast โ€” more than 120 years after the last traditional gathering.

For thousands of years, Aboriginal people on the east coast of Australia gathered to celebrate the harvest of cones from the bunya tree, araucaria bidwillii, which can grow to 50 metres high and produce cones that contain dozens of nutritious kernels, or nuts, that are high in protein and can taste similar to chestnuts or potatoes.

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{THE MYSTIC POET IS JUST VENTING AGAIN! Please do NOT read IF you’re having a “good day!” and just remember: “Bad-Things-Happen! So-Really What-Have-We- Said? That Good-Things-Happen-Too, My-Love! Come-On, Let’s-Go-To-Bed!”*}๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜€

{THE MYSTIC POET IS JUST VENTING AGAIN! Please do NOT read IF you’re having a “good day!” and just remember: “Bad-Things-Happen! So-Really What-Have-We- Said? That Good-Things-Happen-Too, My-Love! Come-On, Let’s-Go-To-Bed!”*}

“BAD THINGS!” a poem inspired by Isaac! a.k.a.: “Everyone Wants Things To Be Good, Yet, Bad Things Happen, But You Can Still Live & Grow!” 02/24/19 [Sunday]

Bad things happen, but you-can-still-live!
Well, sure! but-doesn’t something have to give?
Bad things happen! My friend died today!
And I got stuck in traffic – and couldn’t get away,
To get home quickly – and comfort Dear Ol’ DAD!
BAD THINGS HAPPEN! Ain’t that sad?๐Ÿ˜ข
Well (now) how-can-there-be-a-God? No God-is-THAT-MEAN!
[Oh, yes (S)he is, from what I’ve seen!]

For-instance-(S)he’ll see [his]her “only begotten son” die!
On a cross – and you better NOT-ask-her[him] “Why!”๐Ÿ˜ข
(S)he sent-him-here TO DIE, just like your aunt,
And NOW! (S)he requires – that we chant:
Prayers of gratitude, for all things that occur!
OK! Bad things happen, but I don’t have to concur,
With the decisions of GOD! “Oh, YES! You do,
For I AM THE LORD – and-I’m-in-charge-of-you?!”

“Perhaps you are, Oh Great Tor-mentor;
Satan’s got nothing on you – and-I’m-a-bad-renter,
I can’t [always] pay my bills on time! for-I’m-bankrupt,
From your medical system, because I supped,
On some food provided, that-was certified organic,
That turned-out to be rancid, and now there’s a panic!”๐Ÿ˜”

“Bad things happen, but you can STILL live;
Occasionally-a-carrot-I’ll-throw – and-a-treat-I-might-give,
To help you – forget! about this glorious day,
In Hell – or Heaven!” Then, THIS, I say:
“Do I want to [die-and] go-live in a place, where-a God doth rule?
Who allows things – here – in a way that’s so cruel!๐Ÿ˜ข
No one – no one! would be so unkind,
To-keep-poor-humans-alive – and give us mind,
And – trap-us-in-traffic! and-STILL-expect-our-worship!”๐Ÿ˜ž

“BAD THINGS happen, but I’ll not-take your-LIP!
Just watch it! You whining, insignificant worm!
BAD THINGS happen! Live another TERM,
And, when I’m ready, I’ll see you dead!๐Ÿ˜”
Plus, I’VE SENT A GOOD SHEPHERD, and he has led,
You-to-a-glorious-tomorrow(?) – through The Shadow of Death,
Past fancy, white sports cars – turmoil – and METH!๐Ÿ˜”
He’s A Good Shepherd, who -will-surely help you to miss,
The potholes of life, securing you bliss,
So your life can be – just as perfect as punch,
Even-if-the-punch-is-in-your-face, and you have to skip lunch,
Because: The Lord’s Will [must] Be Done!๐Ÿ˜“
And-The-Lord-likes-to-have-fun,
With afternoon pranks – and-slow-death-and-taxes!”๐Ÿ˜ž

“Well, no one likes to imagine – pesticides and waxes,
In the food they eat! How about a break?
[No, NOT my arm or leg, for goodness’ sake!]”๐Ÿ˜ฅ

“I AM – The Lord! BAD THINGS happen,
But you can still live, and right now I’m rappin’ –
Rappin’ some tunes, with vile, depressing lyrics,
And I’ll offer you religions too, with-de-mented-clerics!
BAD THINGS happen; then, you can DIE;๐Ÿค
Don’t [ever] expect [permanent] relief! and that’s no lie!”๐Ÿ˜ข

“But WHAT’S NOT A LIE? and What is The Truth?
Welcome-to-tomorrow! Your-cavity-has-a-tooth!”๐Ÿ˜Š

fin <3
Mr. Poet! Mr. Poet! Make it go away;
I can’t take much more of this! I NEED a brighter day!
You CAN turn it all around – to-“improve”-and-make-it-OK!?
“Sure!” said The [lying] Poet – “Let us all just pray!”
And-then will answer The God Below and The God Above:
“Sufficient in every day – is the evil inherent thereof!”

*”Bad things happen, so, really, what-have-we-said!?
That Good things HAPPEN TOO, My Love; come-on, let’s go to bed!” The Mystic Poet๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Š

In mythology, Orpheus, a singer, marries lovely Euridice! A snake bites her in the woods one day, and she goes to Hell! Orpheus is admitted to The Underworld because of his talent with song & Pluto lets him leave with Euridice, but ONLY IF: [the condition!] only if Orpheus does not look at her before they reach the surface! He does! She returns to Hell! Life is hard enough without having stories like that! & poems like this! Sorry!๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ž

Thank you
Mystic POET

My Wish for you ๐Ÿ’ฅ letter to my Husband ๐Ÿ’ฅ

“I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.

And for this year, my wish for each of us is small and very simple.

And it’s this.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us. Make New Mistakes. Make amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, do it all so you can learn and grow & improve your life.

I wish you love
Kindness
Dazzled

Jesus

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Seek our loving God daily to ask for understanding and allow your heart to be seen by all as a person with a trust and a humble sincerity to be openly seeking the truth of the Holy Spirit.
Be not the one who looks the part but covers his thoughts and deeds with self-deception. To have their ego displaying perfection when all the time judging others as sinners. Be not a Judas who betrayed our Savior with a kiss but planning his downfall, or a religious leader who hide behind the spiritual laws yet abuses both the children and animals of innocents.
Be open to our Lord and seek forgiveness for we all fall short of perfection without the sacrifice of our loving Savior.
My love for you all is only possible by drawing close to Jesus, and having a forgiving spirit, even when one needs to separate oneself from those who mean you harm. These ones will also need to confess there wrong doing to God so they also will be forgiven. Let us all walk a path of love and be free to smile at the world in the freedom given to us and remove ourselves from judging from fear for many have drawn to them troubled and sometimes evil spirits. These spirits have been the downfall of many who are fine for a few days then they become someone else and the troubled spirits take possession of the host they have invaded. If what I say here sounds like yourself then seek Jesus and ask of him to remove what removes you from your peace. Blessings. Luke Le Bree.

Amen

“EASY DOES IT!” a poem a.k.a.: “Insanity!” a.k.a.: “Having That Perfect Fit With Tizzy!!” February 24, 2019 [Sunday]

“EASY DOES IT!” a poem a.k.a.: “Insanity!” a.k.a.: “Having That Perfect Fit With Tizzy!!” February 24, 2019 [Sunday]

Defining TRUE LOVE!?” [pause]
Well, what about this: [pause}
“What if her TICKER won’t start?”

“Then, I’m READY! I AM,
If need be – To-cut
To-sacrifice and-give-her-my-Heart!”

But! WHAT-IF: NO-Heaven? STILL quick to donate!?๐Ÿ˜‰
Your heart? to-That-One? IF-you’ve-NO-further-state?
If “dissolution”-comes in-โ€losing your heart”-to-her;
Now, bold-one, how warm [is your heart]?”๐Ÿ’ฅ
[He suddenly felt [him] a “brrr-rrr!”]

ARE YOU PLAGUED WITH IMMORTALITY? With thoughts of fond desire,
To go on as YOU! in-the-infinite and-eternal-power?๐Ÿ˜”

So, how much REALLY – do you pledge your beating heart to she?
Do you not assume that surgeons can guarantee,๐Ÿ˜„
A HAPPY OUTCOME? What IF – when heart is-transferred to,
YOUR LOVER, you-wake-as-her!!! Then what-will-you-do? ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜…
Then how satisfied will you be, my friend, with-your-clever-decision?
Which al-lowed her your heartbeat – with-TEARS* of an incision?๐Ÿค—

INSANITY! When we try to define: LOVE! as: “Then, I would give IT!”
For life and death? Who really knows? With Tizzy, I do fit!

WILL YOU EVER DRAW – A LINE? IN THE SANDS OF LOVE,
WHEN-INSANITY IS-IMMINENT? WILL “LOVE” BE QUITE ENOUGH?
TO JUSTIFY – NOT-LOVING-“YOU?” &-NOT-DOING THAT, WHICH YOU “MUST” DO?
TO PROTECT – THAT FRAGILE-SELF MAYBE? (pause) THAT WARRANTS “YOUR” LOVE TOO?๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Š

fin <3

* TEARS! as with cutting – or crying?

DECISION ~ DECISION ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜…

Grownups ๐Ÿ˜

Nobody owned a purebred dog?

When a quarter was a decent allowance?

You’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?

Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?

You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time? And you didn’t pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot?

Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box?

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?

They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed…and they did it!

When a 57 Chevy was everyone’s dream car…to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady

No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?

Lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like, ‘That cloud looks like a…’?

Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?

Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?

And with all our progress, don’t you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace, and share it with the children of today.

Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

…as well as summers filled with bike rides, Hula Hoops, and visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.

Didn’t that feel good, just to go back and say, ‘Yeah, I remember that’?

I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a Double Dog Dare to pass it on. To remember what a Double Dog Dare is, read on. And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.

Send this on to someone who can still remember Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, the Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Nellie Bell, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk.

Candy cigarettes

Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside.

Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles. Coffee shops with Table Side Jukeboxes. Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum.

Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers.

Newsreels before the movie.

Telephone numbers with a word prefix…( Yukon 2-601). Party lines.

Peashooters.

Hi-Fi’s & 45 RPM records.

78 RPM records!

Green Stamps.

Mimeograph paper

The Fort Apache Play Set.

Do You Remember a Time When…

Decisions were made by going ‘eeny-meeny-miney-moe’? Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, ‘Do Over!’? ‘Race issue’ meant arguing about who ran the fastest?

Catching The Fireflies Could Happily Occupy An Entire Evening?

It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘Best Friends’?

Having a Weapon in School meant being caught with a Slingshot?

Saturday morning cartoons weren’t 30-minute commercials for action figures?

‘Oly-oly-oxen-free’ made perfect sense?

Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?

The Worst Embarrassment was being picked last for a team?

War was a card game?

Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?

Taking drugs meant orange – flavored chewable aspirin?

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?

If you can remember most or all of these, Then You Have Lived!

Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their ‘Grown-Up’ Life.

American Drug Control

WHY DON’T WE SEE THINGS LIKE THIS ON OUR ‘NEWS’?
How Drugs Are Smuggled Across The Border?

In case you think that our border control is too strict, check this out. The โ€œbricksโ€ are hard drugs.

On August 1st, 2017, President Trump told the Southern border patrol to carefully screen every truck coming into the U.S. From Mexico. Previously this was only sporadically done. The border officials said they felt like a welcoming committee. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚

Police Officer Test ย  ย How do you tell the difference between an Australian Police Officer, a Canadian Police Officer, an American Police Officer and a Scottish Police Officer?ย  ย The answer is found below.

Police Officer Test

How do you tell the difference between an Australian Police Officer, a Canadian Police Officer, an American Police Officer

and a Scottish Police Officer?

The answer is found below.

QUESTION:

You’re a policeman, on duty by yourself. You are walking on a deserted street late at night.

Suddenly, an armed man with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes with you and screaming something that sounds like obscenities, raises the knife and lunges at you.

You are carrying your truncheon and are an expert in using it.

However, you have only a split second to react before he reaches you.

What do you do?

ANSWERS:

Australia:

Firstly, the Officer must consider the man’s human rights.

1) Does the man look poor and/or oppressed?

2) Is he newly arrived in this country and does not yet understand the law?

3) Is this really a knife or a ceremonial dagger?

4) Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?

5) Am I dressed provocatively?

6) Could I run away?

7) Could I possibly swing my truncheon and knock the knife out of his hand?

8) Should I try and negotiate with him to discuss his wrong-doings?

9) Why am I carrying a truncheon anyway and what kind of message does this send to society?

10) Does he definitely want to kill me or would he be content just to wound me?

11) If I were to grab his knees and hold on, would he still want to stab and kill me?

12) If I raise my truncheon and he turns and runs away, do I get blamed if he falls over, knocks his head and kills himself?

13) If I hurt him and lose the subsequent court case, does he have the opportunity to sue me, cost me my job, my credibility and the loss of my family home?

Canada:

BANG !

America:

BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG !

‘Click’…Reload…

BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG !

Glasgow Police Officer:

“Haw, Jimmie….! Drop the wee knife reet this minute noo, unless ye want it stuck up yer arse!”

“EVERY ANGEL HAS A DIVINE* PLAN FOR YOU!**ย ย  a poem in the series “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!”ย ย ย  February 24, 2019 (Sunday)

“EVERY ANGEL HAS A DIVINE* PLAN FOR YOU!** a poem in the series “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” February 24, 2019 (Sunday)

I-married-an-Angel! Am-I-a-little-bit crazy!?

I-married-an-Angel! (S)he says-(s)he-is-“lazy!”

Yet, (s)he’s warm and so cuddly – by him[her] I am led!

I-married-an-Angel! (S)he’ll-draw-me to-bed,

And take-my-aching-Heart, in the sweet, morning light,
And soothe it so gently! (S)he-is-laughing, despite,
My poor disposition, for-I-[can]-have-“a fit,”
Saying: “Not-too-rough, Love!” Yet-such-loving I get!
And-(s)he’ll-then-hold-me-tenderly – All-parts, they’ve-been-“tagged!”
You-know-it’s-so-wondrous, and-I-sing: “I’ve been bagged!”

“You-bet-your sweet Bippy, my dear lover -an!”
(S)he-does-me-all-over, with-her[his]-fine Divine* Plan!
It’s-another-day-in-Paradise! Oh, yeah! This I know:
I-have-married an-Angel! Divine Love! is-so-slow! [pause]

Each lovely morning, I wake to her[his] smile!
(S)he’s- nice-and-hungry, and-my-Heart, all the while,
Is the main-course – on-[his]her breakfast fare,
With “juice” and-mild -“jam,” we make quite a pair!
My Dear, Sainted Lover – and-her[his] worshipful [doe]beau;
(S)he just wants more love! I can never say “No!”

(S)he eats want (s)he needs – and-we-come-back-again;
With-longing! and-ecstasy! It’s-always: “win-win!”

fin <3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1GmxMTwUgs

* – “divine” can refer to anything “Godly,” or simply mean “delightful!”

** – especially on Sunday morning! It’s called: “breakfast in bed!”