The Travelling Bug

The Travelling Bug

Travelling is a drug, it wakes you up in the morning, gives you the most simple reason to enjoy what you see and breathe in the air. It's a joy that I feel everyone searches for and yet it can be an addiction.

Any Addiction is bad whether it's broccoli or meth. You limit yourself through comforts and daze your mind with stagnant choices. All other concepts take a backseat to the simple freedom able to choose what you eat and how you rest, not based on preconceived notions but what you feel in the moment.

None of it matters in the Grand Scheme of things, but in my humble journey by taking the path least trod on I've found indescribable acceptance with my place in the world.

Yet I feel so tired, bored, waiting like I did on the road for beauty to come roaring down at me. I'm not ungrateful for being in a place where I'm welcomed. I feel like this plateau is taking longer then it usually does.

Home in Melbourne

I want to share something: My trip to Tas and My short stay In Melbourne
Heads up;
Travelling has been the most eye opening and best experience of my life so don't let what I say detract anyone from walking, running flying or sailing.

I walked for three months 1000 Km from home chasing the mystery of wisdom and here I am sitting on the same chair, at the same screen, with the same eyes and I learnt something here that will forever change my life. 

Everything that I wanted, every skill became apparent to me here now and not at some wonderfully gathering of beautiful people, not in the splendor of natures silence it was here in my room where I hated the world.

Everything must be taken in slowly gently, like tips of a butterfly because everything is in duality. When you move slow, you also observe swiftly. I can't comprehend what came over me but it all clicked.

It finally all clicked and the stress of overachieving of being great washed over the stone that is my being . I really truly honestly thought I was never chasing fame, fortune and letting it come to me as I strive to be the best but deep down somewhere I never even knew existed there was a longing. Now I finally see that longing in all of it's unjust measures. I wanted to be good at a young age to impress myself, I didn't care about impressing people anymore... but myself, my own mind. That in its self is a trap.

I did learn so much in my travels I think it all culminated at this very moment writing this down and I don't think If I stayed in my room the whole time I would receive all of this understanding, I needed to leave and learn everything else so I could forget other things. I hope to forget again soon.

AM I?

Am I doing this to please you, to please me
Am I doing this to see me or see you
Am I doing this to find you or find me

Questions to journey
Answers for the destination
I look towards the sky and
I'm falling
In or out
Bright or dark
Fuck it, it doesn't even matter

What am I writing for? It's not like I'm angry at anyone or hurting anymore. But I guess I did hurt when I forgot myself for a little bit.

I want to write to enjoy but my perfectionism gets in the way or maybe a people pleasing trait I haven't learnt to control. I get flustered thinking I haven't got enough to say to blog but you know what? It doesn't really matter I'll just write, you either won't read it or you will. You will either love it or be bored.

Either way I'll have a smile on face and one less regret that will haunt me before I go to bed.

Peace and love

Keywords
Poetry Time Life

Unconventional Emotion/Cockle Creek

On the road and back in the forest again, I caught a bus from the cherry farm in Huonville to Dover. From there a bought a few supplies and had time to consider why I am doing this. I am doing this because I want to see who I am without any external factors.

　

Eating up some of my megre supplies which include:

- 2kg pack of rice

- Soy Sauce

- Sesame Seed Oil

- 1kg of Bananas

I was ready for a fortnight in what the Tasmanian Bush Rangers deem the most dangerous walk in the state. To be honest it's a breeze and I think they overexagerate to encourage caution.

　

After hitching a ride with a Lightworker family (More description in 1 on 1 talk), I've been here for 2 days and training hard in meditation, martial arts and contemplation. Plus I have a ton of weed, though since I've stopped smoking habitually it's just sitting here :D

　

Done with the run down now heres the meat and bones, I'm in cockle creek having a tiny meltdown on why I am doing all of this and to be honest wondering the point of my existance. The fact is there is no fucking point!!! That's the beauty of life, there is no point and when that sank in to me I remembered it's what I choose to make matter that is important. I choose the point of my life, nothing else does. I really felt that conculsion on all levels and not just mentally. Physically and spiritually too!!! I was sitting on a rock that probably hasn't been sat on in hundreds of years, Laughing and crying, joyful and sorrowful, ecstatic and lethargic. All these emtions coursing through me, I thought I was going crazy or the water I drank got me so fucking high. I was thinking "I AM wasting time but wait time doesn't exist, infact careers are made up, but I've been working so hard and that's good but wait that's bad, but there is no such thing as bad and good." And so on and so forth, until I was solberring and drooling with laughter and snorting in my wailing tears.

　

The thought that came after the silence, I love myself.

　

I Love you all

　

Live Free

Rome

　

Key Words

Crazy Laughter Unbiased

Mastery over the Present

　

"The Present is a gift", paraphrase from an Old Turtle.

　

I have been stripped of myself assurance the past few days. What I knew is clouded from the smoke of marijuana. Now I don't believe marijuana is bad but when it doesn't serve a higher purpose, or limits my ability to participate in the world with the strength I'm accoustomed to, then I no longer want to smoke.

　

In saying this I have been given a chance to review my thoughts, in a beautiful part of Tasmania right beside a fire. Fire is beautiful metaphor for our actions it breathes, it breeds, it consumes, it grows and it dies. What else do we need?

　

I'm alone in writing this and leaving distractions behind I see my mind race a thousand miles p/h. I'm really not living in the moment, allowing my mind to dictate actions rather than surrending to impulses that I believe come from my heart and gut. I hear my mind and even beautiful in thought it weakens my ability to see the trees and all it's contours, to smell the emmating perfume of the leaves, to hear the sound of the breeze, to feel the warmth of the fire, to taste the food I picked from a tree.

　

My thoughts viel these senses and I realize I am not the master of my own present moment and it dissapoints me. I have practiced so long and still I must practice more. On the plus side while rereading this, I realize this is my whole life. My purpose is to love for the moment and learn and unlearn and learn again. What greater goal than to live fully and what a sadder life if you have everything you have dreamed and nothing else left to practice for.

　

So now I will watch my fire in the dying light, smell it's smoke, sleep on this hard ass ground, eat some delicious cherries and listen to the sound of my dreams.




Peace and Love

　

Keywords

Present Dreams Reality

Journal Entry: MIA
Day 2

　

No internet but I'm writing with a purpose. I'm finally living a dream of mine, I'm doing motherfucking martial arts in the damn forest. Like Gohan before me and other anime, action figures and whatever mantastic adventures you can think of. I'm montaguing by a tree I'm beating up.

　

My mind is clearer, my actions more assured. I'm setting out with a goal. The body trully affects the mind and by exercising and fasting only on cherries, I'm feeling powerful. I want this feeling to translate to all my endevours, I'm content but not comfortable.

　

Live Free

Rome

　

Key Words

Dreams Training Comfortable

Travelling Ego

Today I was wracked with guilt. I've recieved so much from Dean and even though we have given alot back through mutual exchange, the concept of money reared it's ugly head.

　

I don't think money is bad, but I think it's a tool we're addicted too and it's value over other exchanges such as; food for work or tools for accomadation is really out of balance. Yesterday I got to see how money can be used intelligently.

　

Dean took us around his properties and while living a simple life he attained all his wealth by working wisely rather than working long and tedious hours.

　

What I am saying is that he worked exceptionally hard but for very short periods, and by developing great connections. While I am enjoying myself with the usual travelling shenanigans, free rides and the mysterious workings of the Universe, I AM learning about the different lifestyles that suit me and I AM picking out the best.

　

This is an observational post, that travelling has taught me more about myself than any book, movie or guru has ever had. My abilities, mental discipline and spiritual practices have been honed on the back of graceful endevours.

　

I live in full truth and authenticity of my personal desires. I've developed a moral compass that I have questioned, researched and practiced until doing what I believe for the betterment of myself and others became first nature.

　

I've done this with comtemplation, drugs and meditation. On sports, martials arts and music. At parties, retreats and home. On the pain of myself and the ostention of others. To be honest I just want to be fucking free.

　

To be free takes work. To be a traveller takes trust. To be honest takes courage.

　

Live free.

Rome

　

Keywords

Contemplation Silence Work

The Adventure Begins

Let me tell you, after climatizing and shitting in my proverbial pants I've hit the motherload of untold and beautiful stories. So here I am with with no future or past to work on in Tasmania, and all I have to follow is gut instincts and synchronicities.

Definition

Synchronicitiy: (Syn-chro-nee-si-ti)

Synocronicities are what people deem to be coincedences but are to be the work of God, Universe, Budha, Jesus, Mohamed or whatever belife you subscribe to.


Now that's out the way, my travelling partner, who I met at the hostel and is crazy mofo in travelling and in the case of the lack of money, decided to go to cygnet to find a job to travel overseas. I know, I know penniless pilgrim but hell I need tickets and passports which is the only thing I need to travel, otherwise this whole trip is funded on the back of the Universe truly!


Back to the story, having no bank accounts, cause fuck the Rothchilds and any mini version of them, we couldn't find a job or a hostel that will accept us without working on their farm. So back on the road walking what could be a 5km trek with all our possesions on our back, we decided to play a game of humility. We won't hitchhike but hopefully have someone stop out of the generosity of their heart.


And heres the 'Mother'load a beautiful woman, Mel, stopped for the both of us and after offering a lift and hearing out story she offers to have us stay in her BEACHHOUSE!!?! Here we (Daos and I) thinking we're going to camp out under the stars and we get given free accomadtion, unlimited supply of food and the opptounity to canoe around the beach. In exchang for all of this I gave Mel a guided meditation, which I believe gave her an increased sense of peace.

 
We stayed two nights with her and her family came down. Two beautiful children with their father come up the driveway and we instantly all connect. We got to beaches where only locals would now, hunting muscles and oyasters, cooking them for dinner and having a blast.


On the last night Daos and I made a fire and decided to trip for as long as possible together and also taking awesome photos of the views.


Now that that dream is over the father, Dean, droves us around town shouted us a meal and gave us another place to stay with the same deal. Only this time we want to exchange energy by helping him with he's house.


I'm so grateful for this opportunity and whatever is watching over me I'm humbled by the care you have given me. Compassiom, kindness and thankfulness is all you need to travel this world freely.

　

Keywords

Generosity Compassions Communicatiom