The Divine Right of Kings
There, then, ask for nothing and you receive nothing. Empty your mind. Be still. Let the forest talk to you. And yes, as time passed, as kingdoms rose and fell, dynasties were born and forgotten, as families built wealth while others squandered, here in the now, here in the moment, surrounded by so many lifeforms, enriched, woke, huh, and then we came creeping through forests and embraced you with joy. The sun rose over the mountains, there at Manning Lookout. The country was in turmoil. The febrile atmosphere these people had created, where lies were easily told and false accusations attained the power of truth, they hung themselves, in the very atmosphere, in the very sclerotic and ideologically consumed administrations they had allowed to fester or devolve.
Their own cowardice, their own lack of gumption, their own inability to stand up to every female chauvinist pig in the country, their own obsequiousness in the face of Marxist feminist theory and the insane lunacy of the 1970s "all men are bastards" style of feminism allowed them, in the end, to be hoist by their own petard.
Christian Porter was only the latest, most high profile, victim.
The Family Court of Australia, the most despised of all the institutions in the country known often enough as The Palace of Lies, had fostered the same lunacy, that the words of men were nothing but the mutterings of an abusive patriarchy, while the voices of women were the voices of the oppressed, to be elevated and protected. And believed. Although much of it was entirely without credit, authenticity, or truth.
Such an atmosphere did nobody any good, least of all the perpetrators, who strutted off with their stinking feathers and suits of gold, only to come a cropper at the next junction, the next relationship, the next life they destroyed.
For evil breeds evil, dishonesty breeds dishonesty, and a clarion call to truth, that in the end breeds a hard ground where truth can finally be heard.
Surrounded by lifeforms that would survive far longer than his own human form, at this juncture, at this point in time, he looked across a forest that would be there when his own granddaughter drew her last breath.
We were in a mystical realm, and a real life realm, in a place where magic and the divine, the profane and the ordinary functions of life, the gestalt of that time, the vaulting arch that drew us into this point, all of it mixed together to make a moment of pure pleasure and inspiration.
And so Old Alex drove down another road in his battered car.
"You can't accuse me of buying a status symbol," he quipped to an onlooker, who replied with a blank and incurious stare before responding, "No".
So it was. Australia's foremost law officer, Attorney General Christian Porter, on temporary, or perhaps permanent leave after accusations emerged of some incident when he had been a teenager, was caught in the same Palace of Lies atmosphere his own party had been too gutless to reform. An allegedly pro-family party that had preserved a deranged and destructive lunar left institution for the sake of what they thought was the women's vote, although in the end the institution did as much harm to women as it did to men.
Every compromise brought its own destruction. Tempted to say: "It serves you right."
All the blokes who's lives you watched being destroyed,
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