And I feel incredibly grateful… even with the disgusting sound of trail bikes, racing through the bush…. unconscious of all the life forms around them. Yes! My pet Hate…. there, I used that horrible word. It’s bike weekend here in Woodenbong… I fluctuate… with strong desires to ‘whoosh’ them from these surrounds (and I must admit, I succumb at times)… always with ‘no harm to the humans’ added in… and attempting to ignore them, mostly unsuccessfully. You see I was told my Grandfather was a Gypsy… and I ‘remember’ some things… like how to ‘curse’… I know a strange thing to ‘remember’ for a person like me… I try to be very responsible with this inheritance. But at times like these…. it’s so incredibly tempting!
There’s not a lot of things I ‘hate’… in fact I rarely use the word… I know it’s not really the done thing! But sometimes there is no other word… oh yes, I may say it silently not mouth it out loud… but I reckon most who know me know how I feel about bike weekends.
It’s not just the noise… violently intruding in this Sacred Space… but it’s the unconsciousness… it really stinks! I can smell it… I can feel the effects on all the life forms around here… the vibration so violent and invasive it affects my body… it’s then I act! This is our home… and these ugly machines tear across the land with zero awareness … totally unconscious… noise and speed… and they call that fun. Well I certainly don’t.
So yes I do succumb to my Ancestral gifts. I live from Love… so ‘no harm to the human’ is always included…. those metal machines, well that’s another story. So I don’t sit on my verandah with a gun… I heard one local around here does when the bikes are around… just to make sure they don’t wander onto his land. No I don’t do guns… there are other ways to persuade.
Yes I know… live and let live… not in my space I won’t! I’ve read the Gypsys had a different slant on things… they didn’t concur with ‘what you give out comes back 10 x fold’… they believed in ‘an eye for an eye’. Well… I live here and now… but yes I have Gypsy blood, there’s no denying that… but I’m a child of Light and Love… of goodness… of Peace. But I will always protect myself, my family and all other life forms around me… who also call this home.
So you won’t see me brandishing a gun… but you may see me doing things with my hands with a deep sense of purpose on my face…as I said no harm to the humans… but what happens to the bikes… well…. that’s just collateral damage…. just don’t ride around my way. I will persuade them… there’s less down this way this weekend… the message is getting through. I protect my Sacred Space.
Yes… a lot less this weekend… down around me… good boys (they mainly are!) you’re getting the message… I mean you no harm… just stay out of my space! The Witch on the Hill… has a white cat.