Koala Poem magic and heaven's door

BIOENERGY, DEVELOPMENT and the HUMBLE KOALA

said the "Powerful" moneybag...........

Peaceful koala asleep in your tree
can you find a new home?
'cos I want this for ME!
My smart homes of luxury,
devices and cars
Can you find a new place please?
we're beginning to tar
the roads to our golf courses, shops and afar
dear Koala, please move
'cos I want this for me!

Iconic koala, so high in your tree
can you find a new home, cos your home pleases ME!
I know that since owning your home many years
my promise to plant more has gone in arrears
But my bank balance thins, and development's slow
so dearest Koala - could you please go?
My token tree plantings show ALL that I care
My bulldozer mates made a nursery with flair
cleared ground, sterile landscape, is full of gum trees
waiting to plant out in near coming years

so, Koala please go
'cos I want this for ME!

Maaate, Koala, climbing slowly, to tree top so high
could you please come down quickly, my bulldozer's nigh
My authority's sanctioned, I've owned this land years
So Koala, please come down, and please disappear

Hey Koala, dear icon, I've found a great zoo
I can put you in bars, charge a fortune to view
Now my lots are all ready, the buyers are here
So Koala, please answer - you've nothing to fear

I see that you're ill, fevered, trembling and scarred
relocators are here, so don't make this hard
How can you stay, when I've planned all my life
to get rich from your home. Stop giving ME strife!

Koala in MY tree, My lots worth much more
Please come down, I promise to plant trees - lots more
I promise, I will, though I know it takes time
my bank balance dwindles - it's no longer PRIME
I need this development to help me spend more
on energy rich lifestyle that opens the door
To boys' clubs, and honour, as I sponsor the host
to gaming, recreation, shopping centres and most
of the god given pleasures that make me prestige
I'm rich, and your poor - you're out of my league

So Koala, marsupial, dwindling here
I've made millions from your home - and much more through next year
yes, Koala, I ignore that your sick, threatened, ill
cos this home is ALL MINE and the money's a thrill

I'm hidden from scrutiny, my buddies back all
I've invested in infrastructures, parks and a mall
So, Koala - please leave here, and live by the road
While I wait at heaven's gate, with my life soul's great load

Oh koala - what's this, you've escaped - now you're here
In god's arms, oh so peaceful now 'tis i have the fear
And god's angels tell me, the gate here is closed
and my goods and great doings are ALL now MY LOAD
Dear god, can I pay you, my hotels, and shops,
my real estate legacies - though they're all at a stop
But I promise, the trees, that I never got round
to planting - well, god, can I offer bare ground?

I see that the gates to the heavens stay shut
Oh god, please tell me why, I am in purgatory's rut?
My chattels and cargo, are heavy and bleak,
I am grand! I WANT heaven! what's that? I'm not meek?


said the Koala......
w'ell you were warned, Maaaate
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and now, for some philosophy.........................

The idea that God is a just yet awesomely terrifying entity is entwined in many religions and
spiritual beliefs.
God's creation is all about us. We were given the keys to the car, so to speak, when we (humanity) grew to the stage of KNOWLEDGE of ourselves, and awareness of others in more than just our primative cognitive abilities.
We grew into this knowledge for reasons only "known to god". I will not presume to understand
the planning and reasoning behind this. If, indeed, there IS any!
It is enough to say that Universal and Cosmic laws may hold the key to some understanding of why humans experience their sentience and self awareness, their knowledge and intentionality.
If you are an atheist or an agnostic, bear with me.

I have spent much of my life living in existential lifestyle and thinking. For many years, I felt that all there was was what was HERE, in the NOW. History evolution lead us to this point, and our actions and thoughts would take us beyond this point. To me, for many years, there was no over-riding "god force/entity", there was just EXISTENCE - albeit on many levels.

You can either believe in god, or not believe. Other than that, you may be undecided.
Some of you may even fit into another category of belief system that does not fit into these three.
Hats off to all of you. WHY?
Because it is HOW you live, that determines your life. Whether you believe in god or not,
or are undecided - WHATEVER - it is HOW you live your life that determines your overall reality. And.....
HOW YOU LIVE often determines (directly/indirectly) the reality for others on this planet.
(I include all living and non living things on the planet here, as it has become known,
by scientific lessons, that everything on this beautiful blue planet is inter-related
to some degree.)
And now, back to God.

Stories and myths about God and gods/goddesses- great spirits abound. Some are ancient, some were born just moments ago, as I write this. God, and man's concepts of God are an ever evolving process.
The older, more deeply primitive and magical gods as well as the more modern gods and GOD hold power. Power in our collective human psyches, in a way that we still cannot accurately describe.
Poems, songs - these things, and art in general, have a greater ability to explain these things, than intricate scientific and metaphysical writings.
God, in its awesome revelation, is evolving as I speak.
God's law stands over us - above, below, beside and through us all. Beneath that law of god stands natural law.
Natural law is above , below and through us, and we, as humans, have transgressed both God's law, and natural law.

We break, bend and rewrite God's LAW everyday we knowingly (in knowledge) kill, steal, cheat, lie, transgress over those who are unable to defend themselves.. The list is endless. Humans have eveloved (oops -sorry - EVOLVED) new ways of transgressing God and natural laws, and we now do it daily.
Spirit, from God, or the divine entity that is creation and the creator process, has come to
earth and known itself, through human sentience, self awareness, knowledge and wisdom.

Awareness of God, the spirit, the "son" /"daughter"of god that is in all of us, is a largely undefineable, non scientifically verifiable "thing".
Many different peoples and individuals, have their own unique awareness.
Their perceptions, their cultural background, their desires, needs, their mental/emotional/physical states -these things create "filters" that help us as individuals and groups (clans, cults, communities etc) recognise certain moral and human / animal instinct survival decisions.

I will now explain something rather unusual in my life, that I have not really come across
in many others' lives. You may say that it is delusional, mis - informed, ego-based, naive, new age
- whatever. That is your perceptive stance, and you are well entitled to your stance.

Your thinking, your belief system - if it isn't hurting me, then, I have no quarrel with it.

I see Angels. I see Spirits. I see beyond "time" and I know my place in the spirit of things.
I align myself with God, and can see some very disturbing and saddening events in this world today, which will eventually lead those who travel with the "destructor" to a place that I will not go, and chose NOT to go to.
Many - many, many times in my life, I have become aquainted with what many may call "dark and tormented" souls.
People who perpetually kill, steal, lie, torture. Some practice these actions - or, for the lack of a
better word " dark arts" - knowingly.
Others have come from such a tormented background themselves, that they are clinically psychotic, in such a way, that they habitually see nothing wrong with the actions that they continually take. Some of us, seeing the wrong that we have done, act out and intentionally accept our remorse, find LOVE, and come back to divine ways - albeit it still in our ridiculously wretched human way...
Some of these people are in the borderline area - close to the "light" of God and LOVE, but too immersed in their moment to be courageous enough to travel - in an instant- into God's arms and, what the more religious of us, may call salvation.
How audacious of me to re-write my own version of what is good, what is bad.... how dare I judge?
I try NOT to judge - and when I do, I find that it is a quick spoken word or thought that I quickly try to be aware of, and then reflect upon. There are differing types of "judgements". God's Judgement is the greatest that I know of. I have seen it in action. God's judgement travels through the world quickly, and thoroughly.
God's judgement surpasses man's little courts and legal procedure by eons, by universes, by more than the greatest minds alive and dead, combined, can conceive. My ego sometimes wants a fight - to transgress across others paths and stop them.
That is my ego - battling for a place in existence - MY EXISTENCE. However, the blue planet,
that we all call home, is now reaching a most abysmal scenario -soon, the population figures
will no longer be rising. They will beign to fall. They may fall sharply. They may dwindle to nil. When the global population begins to fall, then we will know that we are, collectively, on the way out.
Heaven help us then.

These times, upon us now, are largely ignored by our leaders, the egos, the evil folk,
who are hell bent on delivering themselves to hellish ways.
Those who see the "light" - they ultimately are ok. Time, in this little planet of ours,
is short - very short - in the cosmic grandeur that is existence.
You are smaller than you think. You are, indeed, NOT WHAT YOU THINK.
After your life, before your life, and during your life - are other things - all not what you think they are.
We paint the scenarios of a beautiful heaven, a ghastly fiery hell, with our human emotions,
thoughts and experiences.
Heaven and hell are human terms.

Giri and the 22 Arrows of Truth - Myths for a Modern Age - Part 3

Once upon a time, high in the mountains beyond the mists of time there lived a hidden community of gifted beings.
One such gifted being was Giri.
Giri was an old monkey, blessed with magical insights, grey haired and of kind disposition.

Some years before this story is written,Giri's friends held a most excellent party.The Party was to celebrate Giri's Birthday. One of the guests who came to the party was a Magician. The Magician was now retired, but had once ruled the Fates of Time. Also attending were Giri's friends the Rat, (Giri's dearest friend), as well as all the other beings who lived up high in the misty mountains near Giri's home, including the Tiger, the OX and Dog.

The birthday party was a huge success,and Giri received some beautiful gifts. The Ox gave him a wonderful box of integrity chocolate, wrapped up in steadfastness and honour.The Dog gave him loyalty, and a most beautiful present it was! The Rat gave Giri a little pair of spectacles so that he may see into the darkest places, as he worked. And finally, when it was time for all the guests to leave, the ancient Magician handed Giri a square purple box, wrapped with a large yellow ribbon.
"This is for you, Giri", said the Magician. "I have kept this little present for you for many years, and now that you have become older, and your grey years are upon you, it is time that you received a little toy, to help you play, and re-awaken some of your childhood adventures again."

Giri expressed his deepest thanks to the Magician. Carefully he untied the long yellow ribbon, and opened up the purple box. There, inside, was a little metal wind up Rabbit. The Magician smiled saying, "The wonder of the Metal Rabbit toy is this, Giri. Before you go to sleep at night, wind up the tiny key at its back, then place it on the stand at your bedside. While you sleep, it will help to impart your dreams with some wonderful and intriguing adventures."

Giri thanked the Magician for the beautiful gift, and waving goodbye to all his friends, he settled in for the night, cosy and warm, by the fireplace.

Soon, as the day had been busy, sleep seemed to be the order of the evening. And while the owls and possums outside began to stir for the night, Giri readied himself for bed. Climbing under the warm covers, he spied the little Metal Rabbit, sitting by his bedside.
Giri reached out to the Metal Rabbit present and taking it up gently,he wound the tiny key at its back. The shining little Metal Rabbit began to hop around his bedside table with a quiet whir and slowly Giri began to close his eyes.
As he drifted into sleep he could feel himself being lured into a very different kind of dream state. Once in a deep hibernation the dream proceeded to take its hold………………..


Dark energy waited close by.

Giri, wings outstretched, lifted into the air. Flying high above the mountains he observed the goings on in a large clearing beside a forest.
Shovels worked and gardens were being tended. A Tiger walked amongst the thinning trees confidently watching for on coming enemies to devour. A White Rabbit burrowed around impatiently, whilst a Sage Rat enjoyed home making. Looking over through the bushes, Giri called to his friend the Sage Rat, who was busily sweeping out the kitchen. “Oh beautiful Rat, are you having a nice day?”


“Yes little Monkey, but my ears have been hurting me. I fear that things are not as they appear.”

The Tiger had vanished into the deep forest by now, and his glowing eyes were hidden from all except for the Rat, who could always see easily in the dark.

Quietly the White Rabbit loped up to the friends.
The White Rabbit had recently escaped from a mad hatter’s tea party full of screaming queens and smiling red haired cats. He was not feeling himself, and was trying to find peace in the garden that he was making. The White Rabbit offered tea, smiling in a benign manner. Tea went well and Giri left, a little unsettled, to go back to his home. “Strange dream” thought Giri.

As he departed the garden,night fell. The Tiger began to wail. The Tiger’s wails woke the little Rat, who had been resting and who began to despair that all was not really well.
Roaring and screaming, the Tiger’s glowing eyes became destruction.The Rat fled into the nearby forest as the Tiger’s claws lashed at her, snarling in his pain.Fleeing into the night,she cried “ Giri, Giri! Please use your magic! Help me!”
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Suddenly, the Rat was far from the nightmare garden, and was sobbing under a tree as Giri ran to her side. “You poor dear, the night is full of fragmented fear and despair, you will be safe here.” The evening passed quietly at Giri’s home. The little Sage Rat recuperated well from her ordeal. As the days progressed, she became less nervous, finally venturing out to find her way in the world once more, knowing she would always be welcome to rest at her friend, Giri’s, place.

The dream was starting to disturb the Monkey’s sleep by now, and suddenly, he woke up with a fright. This was no dream!

There was the Rat. Beside the fire, still slightly sobbing in her sleep, after her run through the deep forest from the Tiger and Rabbit’s home that very evening……………………...Giri gradually realised that the Rat must not return to that beautiful wild garden where the White Rabbit and Tiger lived.


“Dear Rat, put this all behind you. For your health and sanity, prepare to leave and seek you fortune in the greater world. There is much love and joy out there for you”.

Later that day, the White Rabbit sought to ask Giri’s advice as a professional magician. He quietly came upon Giri in the market place, “Oh Monkey…have you seen my friend the Tiger, or……...perhaps….. The Rat??”

“ Rabbit, you are very clever within yourself. You must know where the Tiger and the Rat are. My time is precious and cannot be taken except for the good of the whole. Be careful what you ask for, Rabbit”
“Well, the Tiger says the Rat has put him under a spell, and I am not sure of how suitable the Rat is to be near the Tiger!” exclaimed the White Rabbit, sniffing tearfully, “I am so worried about them..... um.. both”

Giri patiently tried to help, quietly hoping for the White Rabbit to depart. Then,as soon as the White Rabbit was gone, he frantically searched for the Metal Dream Rabbit, wondering if a dream might provide answers that he was looking for. Giri pondered “Now where have you hopped to?” (and why was the White Rabbit beginning to look like the Metal Rabbit?)

It was all seeming a little like a bad dream again. Giri decided that he could understand more, by asking his Magician Guide. Calling into the high mountain peaks, Giri cried “Please wise friend, help me to unravel the intrigue of this nightmare. I suspect that the Metal Rabbit is controlling my dream. He is trivialising everyone for his own ends”

Suddenly, there was the retired Magician, standing beside Giri.
The Magician Guide said “That Metal Rabbit is asking too much of your good nature, and energy to take care of problems that he himself has caused. Getting rid of the Rat seems to be the undertone of this dream, Giri. You have helped get rid of the Rat, because she has continued in search of a better life. But that is only because you, Giri, sensed that the Rat had much more waiting for it,despite her great love for the Tiger."
(Giri had some time ago, suggested that his dear friend the Rat might be better off away from the little garden and homely life that she had tended for herself and the unhappy tiger.)

Meanwhile, the Rabbit is pestering you Giri, and feigns liking the Rat.
"But Giri, wake up!!!"
"Ask the Rabbit - Rabbit you seem to dislike the Rat, yet you seem to have much control of the unhappy tiger?- Do you notice the rabbit starts to back off, and is no longer friendly to you Giri?”


Giri wondered about this. His kindly magical powers had been enlisted. But used for selfish means? Giri had only ever wanted to help,but now it was looking like a power control trip on the part of that seemingly friendly Metal Rabbit.

Time progressed, the dream continued….. Giri began to fight for sanity as the dream changed again and again.
The selfish Metal Rabbit and the unbalanced Tiger, together with other mischievous animals of the dream state. They all began to overwhelm him with more confusing stories and ever increasing demands.

The retired Magician, by this time, had enough of the dreaming.
He announced “The dream state has been suspended, and all dreaming is halted until the Metal Rabbit stops trying to control the dream. It is disturbing the Spirit World!“

The Magician then gave the Rat 22 arrows of truth in a guilded case.
"Here Rat, shoot these 22 arrows using only love as the aim. The Rat shot off all 22 arrows, with the blessings from all Great Angels of the spirit World, and as each one fell, intrigue dropped from the Monkeys dream. Finally, Giri was able to surface into the real dawn.

Finally waking, Giri looked over to the Metal Rabbit, now back in its little purple box. The tiny wind up key was no longer there, at its back. The little present that had held the promise of many adventures was now just a metal figure of a rabbit, still and shining, but just an ornament.
Feeling sad that it had needed to control so much, Giri went out into his garden. In the morning light,he counted his blessings, then, continued whittling away at the long slender arrows . “21, 22. There, Rat! Now, we’ve just begun!"

Madison Waters 1.5.01

This is the updated second edition(18.10.2009) of this story.The first was written back in 2001, as a much shorter version, and only published in a small magazine (4,000 circulation in SE QLD).

The characters are based on real persons, but given a fictional/mythological context. The Monkey, Giri, still lives in the high mountains, surrounded by wise and loving friends. The Rat did indeed leave to see the world, and is happy in her own beautiful garden now, with a loving husband. The Ox and the Dog continue spreading their gifts of loyalty, integrity, steadfastness and honour. The unhappy Tiger died a sudden death, outside his home, (where he lived, under strict control by the Rabbit.)
The last time I saw the rabbit, he appeared to have become somewhat humbled, as the consequences of his life came upon him and his machiavellian ways.

The Tiger still visits me in spirit, and I always remember his deep love for the Rat, and how he wished to escape the Rabbit and spend his life with the Rat. It was, however,not meant to be. The Ox told me of his death, an hour after the tragedy and I had to break the news to the dear Rat, who was at the time, travelling the world.
The Rat and myself have a friendship that will last beyond time and space. The events have taught me, that no matter how devious the "political" entities, the "developer" consortiums and individual power players in the world are, time will always catch up with them, and their deeds are often watched on by "powers" greater than you and I can ever conceive.

The Magician is still retired, and enjoying a peaceful life. And the arrows of truth have all been released.
"Public Enemies" at ABC Landline Archives 25th October 2009 : a story about the Rabbit in Australia and its Environmental Cost.
Giri: a Japanese Indigenous concept .
GIRI : WIKI article GIRI : Japanese definition .
Machiavellianism at wikipedia