Catching up

It’s been a long time since I posted anything, so this is just a short, quick catch-up. I moved house. I have begun growing a small forest. I had two short stints in hospital for obs and an op. I visited the NSW Sapphire Coast – beautiful as always. I’ve also been writing; I’m busy on Book7 and am planning to work on publishing the entire series when that is done. Book7 is going to be a longer story than Book6 was. BTW future art by Mavis Stucci will now be authored as ‘Mavis'; she’s dropped that surname for good. And I will endeavour to get back to writing posts more regularly. Cheers, all!

Fake News

Should journalists report news or create it? Lies and deception have been the tools of manipulation throughout human history but news media in the United States, particularly during the 2016 presidential election campaign and its aftermath, have exacerbated and highlighted this deceptive practice. Truth requires integrity, credibility, faith and a good reputation in those who exercise it; lies come only by dishonesty, disbelief, distrust and mockery.

So why is ‘fake news’ so prevalent today? It may, temporarily, increase sales of newspapers and give greater exposure to celebrities but when the truth comes out, as truth invariably does, when fake credibility is destroyed, so sales decrease and celebrities exchange fame for infamy and all their opinions are regarded as suspect. What possible advantage is there in that?

We see the same spirit at work in relationships – in the cowardly culture of bullying, in the slyness of gossip, in the bigotry of racial and social activism, in the policking of governments and in the duplicity of those who lay claim to righteousness but whose actual works expose their hypocrisy.

In this world many consider it wise to take the advantage wherever, whenever and however it presents itself. They use, for example, political correctness to give themselves an advantage in western nations, where it is demanded, even with violence; PC is certainly political but rarely correct. Too many have accepted its categorisation of both people and events; myopic analysts, its adherents look only at what they want to see and ignore the bigger picture; they cannot see the forest for the trees. The world does not work like that.

To fight fake news, et al, we must personally reject the thinking and the actions involved and become an active resistance, being real in all our works. When we find something fake on social media – even if we’ve fallen for it ourselves – we must expose it. Look after one another’s best interests and refuse to forward not only false information but anything that hurts or condemns another, particularly when such accusation is without proof or reason.

Cyber bullying comes to mind. Too many young people are so easily deceived: don’t follow the crowd, the fad, the peer pressure. Be leaders! Stand up for the weak; in the case of bullying, don’t simply delete spurious posts but unfriend the unfriendly – or one day you will be their victim; and on the face-to-face front, don’t just mourn for the bullied suicides – help them before it gets to that. You know when somebody’s afraid, when a gang of cowards is targeting the vunerable! Step in and help; be a hero. You may save someone who will be great one day, someone who will never forget your grace – while the bullies will disappear into disrepute if they won’t change.

Always treat your mind with the utmost respect. Remember GIGO? Garbage in, garbage out. You don’t hear that acronym much anymore because it doesn’t fit the modus operandi of the manipulators – the fake, the innumerable fake, who phish and promote spam and infect with viruses, who lie and scam and gossip and publish fake news.

Sophie Scholl and her brother, Hans, were executed by the Nazis in 1943 for their rebellion against the state. They killed no one; they said what others less brave would only allow themselves to think, whispering their fears to one another in safe, dark places but never changing anything. Read their story. Sophie and the White Rose group are remembered with honour, but their killers are not. And God will resurrect them for all the world to see and know. Sophie understood this.

She said, about her life:

“I know that life is a doorway to eternity, and yet my heart so often gets lost in petty anxieties. It forgets the great way home that lies before it.”

She said, about her work:

“Somebody, after all, had to make a start. What we wrote and said is also believed by many others. They just don’t dare express themselves as we did.”

And she encouraged us all to:

“Stand up for what you believe in even if you are standing alone.”


We are at war

I thought it was just the verbal effluvia surrounding the ugly political campaigning in the USA over the past year but it was more than that. It’s a spiritual broadcast that’s been around throughout all echelons and all history of human relationships. It’s been around for aeons but has suddenly grown more contagious, as if breeding a greater anger, an even more intense hatred of mankind and the whole earth, a lust for loathing that will not be quenched and can never be satisfied.

It often expresses itself in accusations based on nothing more than personal opinion, hearsay or ‘just a feeling’ – especially against those who are happy and those who are too sensitive to ignore the self-righteous or dismiss the judgemental. Those who fall prey to being conduits for the broadcaster of evil thoughts and moods and desires need to ask themselves, “What spirit is that?” and to realise that they are taking on a role that is not theirs when making judgements of condemnation or indulging in gossip and making ignorant accusations that damage relationships, especially with friends and family. Social media has many examples of this ugliness. Many of you will have been victims; some may be perpetrators. Only God knows what is in the heart of anyone. And gossip began with the Adversary.

Who can fully trust friends who succumb to that destructive spirit, who justify their attacks by setting themselves up as some sort of moral standard, or excuse their bad behaviour by blaming others, or traumatic events in the past? We may forgive them but what trust remains disintegrates more each time they repeat their offence. It’s no good blaming the devil; he doesn’t care.

We must always reject that spirit when he pokes a filthy finger into our minds. We must recognise that we do not have the right to condemn anyone – that is God’s responsibility alone and he does not look favourably on those who are presumptuous enough to set themselves up in his place.

For now, rulership of the earth is under the perpetrator of all evil, the ‘god of this age’. “Why?” you ask; it is to see who God can trust to work with him in the next age. Simple as that. It’s not ‘heaven or hell’, it’s not jihad or karma or valhala any other concept of spiritual reasoning – nor any intellectual reasoning, either. But spiritual evil will grow worse and worse until this age is over, so be careful in your words, and be even more careful in your thoughts. Do not destroy the love of your family and friends by giving in to the insidious evil of gossip and accusation, of poison and hatred. Retaliation in kind makes you just as guilty. Resist the enemy. We are at war.

Recognising the Lie

Some trials in life seem beyond both belief and solution; no way can be found around the impasse and all help is futile, all government assistance becomes entangled in bureaucratic guidelines and any legal standing is compromised by assessments that are themselves open to challenge. Incompetence, ignorance, opposing directives and the conflicts between the ‘interested parties’ turn a mere web of intrigue into a tangled mess that seems impossible to sort out.

But who keeps that tangled ball from unravelling?

One who is so intent on self-interest that no vestige of morality or goodwill is allowed to interfere in the pursuit of that individual’s greed or lust; it is an exercise in evil being promoted by the instigator as virtue.

And what are the hooks and barbs that knot the mess together?

Despite claims of caring and altruism, all such conflict arises from lies and manipulation.

So, how does this evil succeed in its work?

It works when foolishness replaces commonsense, when one liar is supported by another and when authorities do not work together to truly assess the realities of a situation nor provide solutions that cannot be subverted. It works when victims give way to anger or despair or simply give up. It works when the centre of the conflict, not necessarily being the instigator, is compliant to the machinations of the devious party and does not consider reality as relevant. It happens when the decision-maker rejects truth in favour of a more convenient lie.

Then when does good overcome evil?

Sometimes the fact is that it doesn’t, at least not immediately. Sometimes good results come in the form of a good judge. Sometimes a catastrophe intervenes and suddenly every card is on the table and order is finally achieved. And sometimes, the injured party simply has to walk away, preserving its integrity and sanity, leaving the liars to drown in the foul swamp of their own making. But know this also: with dogged perseverance and good counsel, even a seemingly impossible trial can be overcome – and this, too, is a fact.

Where can one go for help at such times?

Find help that is trustworthy. Search for answers, for solutions. Panic, fury, worry and helplessness are not going to achieve anything; put your energy into efforts that will produce good results. Don’t waste time with things of momentary satisfaction, like futile argument, reacting to provocation or plotting revenge; be proactive and productive and let every move focus on the desired outcome rather than short-term retaliations.

But why do things escalate to such extremes before being dealt with?

Good people tend to give others ‘the benefit of the doubt’ and wait for goodwill to assert itself whereas evil peole don’t waste time on such niceties – they work relentlessly to undermine, saboutage, infiltrate and betray their opponents. They destroy relationships. They dominate or confuse meetings. They lie without blushing. Their desire for gain overrides all ethical considerations and they do whatever it takes to gain that desire. Good people need to hate evil; too often they don’t – they tolerate it and, in the end, it devours them.

Learn to recognise evil motives, evil tactics, evil people – and then conquer them. Take away their power over you – the power that triggers anger, or a need for retaliation, or justification desperation, or anything that ‘grinds your gears’. Learn to discern the difference between image and reality and give no ground to falseness. Learn to assess all things by seeing their fruits, not the basket they’re held in. Learn wisdom.

Rebuilding Heritage

Those who follow events on Adamadas will know that the tribes of each nation are unique in both physiology and culture, and that the whole planet is enriched as a result. On planet Earth a blending of everything is promoteded in the pursuit of peace and ‘biodiversity’ and multiculturalism. What a different world we live in. Our modern integrations and modifications, in genetics, philosophies, practices and politics, has not brought peace and the richness of unique cultures has been lost in a porridge of mediocrity. Just what is wrong with individual nations having individuality?

It is sad to see poor but once happy tribes clad in the ragged off-scourings of richer, greedier tribes from another culture. It is sad to see nations and individuals lose their identity to the control of globalists and political ‘correctness’. It is sad to see nations ruined by the greed of the ‘great’ traders of the world. It is sad to witness thought control being legally enforced. Who do we follow?

So what can we do, caught in this trap as we are, for now? We can be true to our unique heritage – our true heritage, not adopting what is by right the heritage of others but making our own culture richer, cleaner and brighter while giving full appreciation to all that is good in other cultures. Resist those who try to mould us into their perceptions of perfection. That has been attempted before and has always resulted in destruction. Let imagination and the search for truth, for purity and wisdom replace the vain philosophies of those who would be God – and are not. Not even close. Rebel honourably against those who coerce nations into slavery to so-called ‘majority ethics’; those beliefs are not valid; they, too, have been tried before. Remember that a crowd thinks with the lowest mindset in itself, the mind that is most easily persuaded and driven by those in control.

Remember the failures, which are many, throughout our history – caused by those who desired power and wealth above all else. It is now as it has been for millennia. Enrich the whole Earth with your uniqueness, your individuality, your reality, strength and courage. Do not make it easy for the destroyers of creation but fight them on every level. And when the night comes, as it will before the dawn arises in your hearts, you will be a light, shining brightly, burning away the darkness.

Musings on Cause and Effect

An abusive man asked his ex-wife to forgive him; she said she did but that it wouldn’t bring him peace because, although he was sorry, he hadn’t repented. Being sorry isn’t repenting. Repentance means change. It means going the other way. A thief may be sorry, especially if caught, but shows no repentance until the thieving ends, honest work begins and giving replaces getting in the thief’s character.

Repentance is not ‘a religious thing’; it’s closely tied to ‘choice and consequence’, to ‘cause and effect’.

When a child teases a dog, should the child be upset when the dog bites back? When a woman abuses her husband (or vice versa), how can she complain when he abandons her? When a little girl is brought up to be ‘sexy’, why do her parents throw her out when she gets pregnant in her teens? When children are taught by corporations that corruption is a justifiable business tactic, then the corporations have no one to blame but themselves when those children grow up to destroy them through corruption.

The whole world suffers from negative choices caused by simple greed.

Greed dominates governments, economies and problem-solving. There are many problems. Riches, power and fame are important to the greedy. I recall a very graphic cartoon, representing governments and big business in its many forms as grossly obese, pig-like tycoons slobbering over a stew of tiny, skinny humans and complaining that there was no meat on the bones; the stew-pot was the world.

Greed with its rapacious ‘get’ mentality is everywhere, far outweighing the world’s givers because most of humanity is left with nothing to give.

Hate will never conquer hate. We must consider ‘cause and effect’ when we make decisions, and also when we’re about to react to somebody or something – if we’re quick, we can usually save ourselves and others some grief. Sometimes our choices are not seen by others as we see them and this can have its own effect, but we are no longer the cause. If somebody wants to argue and we don’t, then we don’t; it doesn’t matter what the other party thinks they’ve won; actual fighting for survival may be unavoidable; in the end, God knows all the truth and that’s what really matters.

Truth, in the end, is never relative. Truth is absolute. Every effect has its cause, every choice a consequence.

Catching Up

Writing can be a strange business. You think you have everything “done proper”, as Gyrtza would say, and then comes the e-book draft 1 proofreading… and another after that; hopefully it is now as perfect as it can be.
Afterwards, there’s Book4 to prepare, though I don’t expect that to happen this year. I’m also busy learning to build my author platform through a course with Australian Writers College, which I recommend to anyone wanting to develop their writing skills and presence; I’ve done two online writing courses with them, which helped me enormously. I also did an Editing and Proofreading course, which has saved me a fortune in those areas as it means I can do that work myself. A writer friend, who chose to use a professional editor, learned the hard way that not all editors are good editors, so be careful to choose wisely if you need to use one; always remember that your book is your book, not the editor’s!
Book5 has been set aside during this preparation process for Book3 but, suddenly, a central character for Book6 walked through the door of my brain without waiting for an invitation; he’s arrived and all sorts of ideas have begun flowing. I shall introduce him casually, secretly almost, in Book5, which I’ll return to as soon as Rogan and his adamadas.com page are ready.
Life is peaceful, otherwise. Autumn has come though the weather remains mild, even warm when the wind blows from the north. I’ve begun feeding the rosellas and king parrots, as I do when Queenie and the King make it known that it’s time for hand-outs again; with that comes the young kangaroo and her first joey to nibble on the dropped seed (the birds don’t like the corn niblets but the kangaroos enjoy them). My small potted garden is winding down – just a few herbs and tomatoes left now. I like autumn.

Notes from Rogan's personal diary

Ano7749 Mon10 Day6: Received commission from R/Magenta. Range said it was a vital, intriguing job that will demand all my skills. Notified Kanan and arranged O’bronnee overseer to manage stables under guidance of T’sholpan until my shuz’ha can be taken to new stables. Packed. Fitted out Scout.
Ano7749 Mon10 Day7: Temple. Said my goodbyes to K/Daffeed and Q/Coryl, Alluff and others; also advised Blue – Hunter said we’ll still be neighbours and Asha said Lake of the Land is perfect for me. Everyone offered help whenever I need it. Good friends, all of them.
Ano7750 Mon1 Day1: Dawn. I leave Ob’ronn in a few sha’as. A new ano, a new season, a new life. The initial shock when Magenta turned my life upside down has been replaced by feelings of intense curiosity and a deep desire to make this work! Feelings I haven’t felt since The Triangle; Zhrebat was different – didn’t care what happened to me then. I wanted only to strike back. Suddenly, now, I am out of my comfort zone and totally alive again. Is this to be my real tal’qut, El’b’ith? Zhrebat wasn’t, not fully.
Reached Lake of the Land around midday. Hovering now over the lake (beautiful, blue, two boats in the distance) looking at southern end of Estate. Not many people about – an old woman asleep in a chair in her dusty yard, a few workers planting seedlings on the hillside – surely it’s too early? Patches of snow still on the heights. Dramatic setting but the land looks tired. Above the village just below me is the Estate mansion – huge but dark and set in unkempt grounds – not a good look.
Evening: What a day this has been. I saw many villagers gathered in the grounds of the mansion, obviously waiting for something. Orders from Gaelu’un, perhaps. I made a point of arriving a day earlier than Magenta had advised the old sharath (now deposed and disentitled), as a sort of pre-emptive strike, anticipating resistance.
Landed in the back area where other craft were docked and stock were running loose and approached a terrified sakir named Altha. She was afraid of the overseers even more than Gaelu’un but showed me to their door. The Kalbans are a hard pair. Siblings. I’ve ordered them to face Judge Kerul. A lot of noise came from the room they were standing guard over and when I opened the door I felt as though I’d stepped back in time, several thousand anos, to an age when ‘lords’ indulged their lusts and their friends with huge banquets and harlots. The men were shouting to be heard, slobbering over squealing girls young enough to be their daughters, and enormous meals and jugs of elp. The worst part, though, was six very young boys in ridiculous costumes lined up along one wall, just waiting. They noticed me first, but their only reaction was in their eyes. Finally someone noticed that and turned to see what they were looking at.
Gaelu’un was caught totally off-guard and attempted to flatter me, which didn’t work, then ordered his men to take me. Yhat didn’t work, either…. I told him to present himself to his Ruler and I would deal with the others in due time. The men blustered, the girls ran off and the boys reacted uneasily but didn’t move – though they had no idea what sort of man I am; or maybe the fact that I used a stunner on Gaelu’un impressed them… These boys were the focus of the bootmaker’s concerns, even more than the other abuses he reported to Magenta, instigating my mission. Gaelu’un demanded that the boys go with him, claiming them as his personal property, which sickened and infuriated me, as it would any true man. I told the boys to find two strong men to send Gaelu’un on his way. They had some influence apparently, as the two sakirs they chose followed their direction immediately; Gaelu’un had recovered from the stun and flew away, but not to The Edj as ordered. I will deal with him soon.
I sent the boys to dress normally and return. I told them they would be my aides. They came back wearing white tunics and bright sashes, still bizarre in that setting but at least they weren’t near-naked and shivering anymore. They seemed eager to please and followed my instructions quickly; they were a big help and the locals did not mock them, although they obviously regarded them as very strange.
The people in general seemed dispirited. I introduced myself and the change of authority and asked the cook to prepare luch for everyone from the left-overs of Gaelu’un’s feast. That had a good effect. The boys set up an interview space on the verandah for me, discreet but in sight of everyone. I wanted them to understand that things will be done openly now.
The interviews (all recorded in the Estate Diary) began with the agriculture overseer, Benn. It’s no wonder that the land looks tired. It is tired. I paid out overdue wages to the overseer and his workers, plus extra to bring them up to the national standard – that brought some joy to the crowd when he handed it out to his men. Everyone has a lot of change and hard work ahead of them but their reward will be theirs, not stolen by Gaelu’un any more. There is a lot to be done.
The boy, Kyle, my note-taker, understood quickly what I wished to record. All the boys are very bright. They are my wards now. I desire to restore what childhood they have left but they need healing. When Magenta brings my supplies, she will see it and do it. Then they will grow into strong young men and they will achieve greatness.
The youngest, Danael, has no child left in his eyes. Albyn, the blond one, has a quick smile but Kyle told me that today was the first day he’d seen him smile so often; Albyn is keen on art. Ky’yl and Ez’zha are the middle pair. Ky’yl is quick-witted, with a strength that seems at odds with his prettiness. Ez’zha has a stillness about him that tells me he thinks before acting and afterwards, too – an unusual attribute. Mez’tha and Shadron are the oldest, though there is only an ano between them and the youngest pair. Mez’thah, the redhead, is a natural encourager and Shadron has been their rock, a born leader. He’s kept them focussed on helping each other through this terrible time in their short lives.
I must teach them that adults are not monsters although they have witnessed little else these past few anos. They will never see their despicable ‘parents’ again. Gyrtza, the cook, told me, with tears, in a brief moment I had with her, that those betrayers had little time to enjoy Gaelu’un’s favors – he’d killed them and sold their lotls to recoup his ‘losses’, claiming the boys were ‘overpriced’. She told me she did what she could for them whenever they were here, but Gaelu’un made it impossible for anyone to contact the outside world about those abuses or anything else. Still, when she confided in the bootmaker, a newcomer, he managed to send an impassioned plea to Ruler Magenta – and I was sent here to fix things. The boys are what I shall fix first and always. We will start with proper clothes and Qataq – the training and discipline will be good for them.
It is late and I am more weary than I’ve ever been, since I lost my beloved Tha’ya.

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