in the face of bold faced lies my friend what do we do?

it is becoming a little obsessive around here of late

just small things

small noticings

but…

they are black they fly and the bigger ones buzzzzzzz

 depending on your level of zen and detachment it can be  not noticeable mildly irritating  or extremely.

out comes the pink swot  and the death squad leaps  into action rendering little squashed blobs   all over the place.

where is the cleaner the one that is paid to follow on behind and put all these bodies into some sort of unmarked mass grave?

oh that’s right that’s me.

wow what a job description.

all manner of places I could finally gain employment.

probably with our current government even.

so much to cover up so many boats to hide so many planes taking off sending refugees back , back to something horrible  and frightening  something that they had hoped they had escaped from.

they don’t care  if they go to a country that doesn’t speak their language or know their customs or eat their food?

 it is about being safe

and now  after their arduous journey of months and years our government returns them to the soil of their birth

such a bitter-sweet pill to swallow.

 we could hope better times for them  but what is  hopeful about punishment torture jail homelessness and suffering.?

having recently bought one of those magnetic fly screens for the back door we are just a teeny bit taken with it.

John had observed that  the flies  would catch a ride in whenever someone went thru the doorway.

aah haa we can sort that and ordered the screen online arriving  with its cutesy little owl magnets .

now we watch and watch some more.

 it seems that all of a sudden the black bombers  materialise  zooming and buzzing around the house

and the obsession builds and we start to shore up our defences.

material is tacked onto the top of the door frame and  the leather is replaced at the bottom of the door .

we are onto the smaller gaps John informs me today ,rather bravely I thought looking around at the extent of holes available,

or was it insanely?

have we finally tipped ?

for years flies came and went

some meeting the death squad others taking up the option of a bridging visa pending deportation.

that is also part of my  job description.

I open the kitchen window and release them and yes maybe they do  turn around and find another way in but  maybe some go back to where they came from.

 perhaps  we have tipped over the edge and into  free fall, into the wonderful world of white noise and nonsense where the most exciting part of our day is staring at our fly screen’s capacity to  handle new  arrivals and checking out all the other possible  places they are getting in.

we follow up with  strategy meetings  plans and guidelines for a counter offensive. for our very own stop the ‘ ….. ……. ‘  program

but already I have blown that haven’t I when the major part of the program is secrecy. I should be  keeping mum.

what the heck consider this a  once a week briefing and  I  will lie to you and say no none flew past me today.

in the face of bold faced lies my friend what do we do?

 perhaps we content ourselves with  small obsessions   snoozes on the couch   and cups of tea

or we turn to a book and read the stories of real people

which is what I have done .

I have just finished   “The People Smuggler” by Robin De Crespigny .

it is the story of Ali Al Jenabi and his family .

do yourself a great big favour and give it a go.

it is awesome. it is enlightening. it is high adventure drama and cruelty .

it is  testament to the perseverance of love and the unquenchable capacity of spirit to keep on keeping on …against all odds .

how puny and disgusting authority looks against the rich depth of family  love and spirit that flowers beneath the weight of their brute force.

 I know everyone is always telling you to read this or watch that

and it is true that I have friends that say I can’t do it, I can’t read it.

‘it is beside my bed but I couldn’t get past his  father beaten and his brother having his fingers chopped off in abu ghraib’,  says Heather.

oh dear  there is so much more than that .

it is at it most essential about love and how we will do anything anything at all good or bad  for those that we hold dear.

this is humanity my friend and we are all part of this story.

will it change my world?

 can I offer permanent residency to the black bombers?

can I ?

probably not.

as John says we are not going to wake up tomorrow morning and everything will be lovely for everyone. it is not going to happen like that he tells me and he tells me again.

 in the lounge room I hear  the rustle of the green leaves getting out of the way and the fly  swot slapping against the glass .

in the paddocks next door  I hear the slasher/mulcher belching and bashing the up and coming wattle forest

 out the back of the valley a fire has been rolling for several days and we can imagine the  Tinpot fire brigade  suited up and ten- fouring.

‘The People Smuggler’ is a journey I have never had to take  but I know that  in any moment we are only a breath away from loosing our own world.

if I thought this country was ready for truth  love and  compassion

I would say let us have Ali Al Jenabi for prime minister

but we’re not so I will go back to small noticings of small things

and

can you move the kettle over please love??

 Yesterday Iwas a guest at  the University of Wollongong Bega campus. I went there   to read my previous blog ( Three men two rods and a packet of pilchards ) to a class of sociology students and discuss  the issue of asylum seekers with them.

they clapped ,wasn’t that polite.

some cried.

 mostly they didn’t have a clue about the reality of the situation.

real people real lives.

the story is always worth knowing.

it can only make us better human beings.

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About faeriembassy

the faerie embassy is my home space,a beautiful mudbrick castle in a richly diverse forest. which means I am very passionate about wallabies and pythons and mist spiders and twisted angophoras and the sound of the wind and the feel of the rain . we are an ark ,an island of light, a beacon of common sense in a crazy out of control consumption mad world.we have a composting toilet for goddess sake.
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