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New Ology

I grew up during the fifties and sixties. Rock and roll became our era - developed minds had no knowledge about computers only crystal sets. In the mid sixties pocket transistors became the norm for young people if one could afford the cost.
Seventies and eighties developed huge computers which filled a large room to house the equipment. Never in our wildest dreams did it ever occur computers would be in every home in the world.
Along came the nineties when computers were almost in every home. We had one, 64 mg of memory designed for letter writing, recording files, no e-mail or internet.
From the beginning of the new century computers became the norm in work places, homes, banks and every other place of business. Actually when the time clicked over from the old century to the new century computer analyst thought the world would stop and fall into darkness.
I remember too well going to sleep on the final night of the previous century to awaken to a dawning of a new century to find nothing changed. Computers continued their lives and people got on with theirs.
Along came Bill Gates and Steven Jobs who between them took over the world of design with software for every computer in the world. Microsoft gave us tools to not only write, record, file but search and discover how computers in the home should work as good as the ones at our workplace.
Up until this point the internet spread around the world in an instant combined with the greatest search engine of all time Google. Then along came Facebook to connect people from one side of the globe to the other instantly.
What’s next? Mobile telephones, smart phones, I-pads, tablets, now do the same functions as a computer at home and fits into one’s hand, take photographs, upload and send to a thousand recipients by a push of a button.
I find this technology amazing. For instance, I write a book and within moments of finalising the book I upload it onto websites for publishing. Sales direct from these websites and I don’t need to worry about treading the publishing houses any longer.
Future books will contain music, videos, some writing, almost movie type by downloading the book on your devise will give the reader what they want, instant storyline.
Today’s technology presently available and within a decade will be as common as today’s ebook; great future to look forward to for our grandchildren and their children.
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One Damn Thing After Another

Friday afternoon appeared no different to any other Friday afternoon; only looked forward to the weekend for a break from work. Monday morning would commence with six weeks of intense study to achieve success with a Commissioned Officer Course; my goal to become a Commissioned Office before I turned forty-five years old.
My wife noticed something wrong because when I arrived home she told me I didn’t seem to be myself. My breathing heavy, ankles swelled more than normal. She persuaded me to visit a doctor. I’d never been sick before. I agreed to her wishes.
How much was I to tell the doctor, I didn’t feel I was dying or immediately anyway. When he asked me my problem I told him of the shortest of breathe and my ankles swelling. After I lifted my shirt, he placed a stethoscope around the region of my heart, his face turned a shade of pale, ‘I can’t find your heart beat’ he proclaimed in astonishment.
The doctor’s words astonished me. After he performed an ECG, his words tore through me like a packet of salts, ‘you’re to go immediately to the hospital, don’t drive.’
My wife drove me to the local Emergency Department at the hospital where I met medical staff who jabbed needles into my arm to extract blood. Later I learned my heart rate dropped to seventeen beats per minute whilst the heart rate should be seventy beats per minute.
After two days in Intensive Care Unit I transferred to another hospital and underwent an operation for a pacemaker implant.
After discharge from this hospital one damn thing lead to another, when because of my immediate illness I couldn’t return to work nor attend the course; my life over, or so I thought at the time.
My career certainly over so I retired. After a couple of years I regained other employment to again be useful to society.
T his event occurred over twenty-two years ago and after reconsidering what happened at the time regrets I have none of leaving my old career. I’m thankful to my wife who encouraged me to visit the doctor and to the doctor whose immediate action saved my life.
After a couple of days after my operation, medical staff informed me how lucky to visit the doctor when I did because if I hadn’t visited the doctor on the Friday night, I would’ve passed away in my sleep because my heart rate being so slow.
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Out Of Body Experience

Normally called OBE, something to do with the brain, many movies about this phenomenon - never experienced OBE myself.
‘Ghost’ a movie staring Patrick Swayze with Demi Moore and Whoopi Goldberg clearly illustrates this theory of OBE. In my opinion, this movie was one of the best tear jerker films.
Patrick Swayze experienced OBE when he died after being fatally wounded; his spirit moved away from his body. Swayze gazed down to his own self lying dead on the pavement. His spirit remained until he discovered the killer; after which he ventured onto eternal life.
Who could forget the scene when Patrick Swayze wrapped his arms around Demi Moore – their hands entwined in clay to the song ‘unchained melody’? Tears flowed like a waterfall from my eyes the moment I heard this song. Still does each time I remember the scene from the movie - beautiful.
You may ask what caused this phenomenon. Scientists tell us about one in ten people experience OBE. Cause is associated with mind-altering events such as trauma, drug use, whilst others experience OBE for little or no reason.
Having not personally experienced OBE, I’m unable to give a personal example of how it feels to ‘leave the body’ or ‘out of body experience’.
My imagination delivers a picture of lying on a bed asleep, without warning, the body rises above to gaze down to a sleeping self.
If this happened to me, whether I was asleep or not, I think there’d be a big mess to clean up the following morning. I hope it never happens. I consider if this event did happen in my life, I’d need to visit my doctor to determine if I was taking the correct medication.
Another OBE which comes to mind and nothing to do with ‘out of body’ experience is Order of British Empire or Over Bloody Eighty’. Which one would you prefer?
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Rite Of Passage

‘Is she going to die,’ asked twelve year old boy.
‘I don’t think so,’ his aunt answered. Tricky, the family pet lay in her bed, her mouth filled with foam, her heart slowly beating. Information from the vet – she’d swallowed poison. Instincts took over the twelve year old boy, however, no result found to satisfy the boy’s findings on how the dog was poisoned.
The twelve year old boy grew into an adult, his major mission in life to become a detective for Queensland Police Force, this dream he’d had since four years old.
His first posting at Cunnamulla, a town in far south-west Queensland, he received a complaint of a dog poisoned. His memory returned to his dog ‘Tricky’ so many years before.
Instincts guided him to the local rubbish collection driver, who when questioned admitted to mixing poison with lollies and throwing them on the ground when he picked up the rubbish can from a house. His reason to keep the dogs from biting him, at no time did he realise the danger involved in poisoning a child.
After solving this investigation he entered his dream role as a trainee detective in Brisbane. To become a competent detective, his rite of passage was blocked by many hours investigating crimes in the city; plus many hours attending court to provide evidence to the courts to convict criminals.
After five solid years of criminal investigation work, his rite of passage; became clear he became a designated detective, a reward capable of investigating any type of crime; this designation never to be taken away.
Breaking through each barrier, he soon realised how tough the journey had been from his initial thoughts of wanting to become a detective and finally gaining respect for his position and ability to do the job competently.
Respect with responsibility went with the title of ‘detective’. He carried this title throughout his career when reminded of the work to receive such a title he knew he’d earned each moment to be awarded the privilege and rite of passage to hold such a title.
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Room Number 13

For some, number 13 is lucky, for others number 13 is unlucky similar to a black cat walking across your path. Let me share a story of how Room Number 13 became lucky for a particular woman.
Mrs Chamberlain lived by herself in a small country town. Each time she heard a noise either inside or outside of her home, she became alarmed and feared something horrid was about to happen.
Unable to sleep at night fearing an intruder would break into her home, she decided to build a room and name it Room Number 13. Her plan to build this room inside her present home ensured her safety at night as well as by day. No other person apart from herself would have access to this room.
Her reason for choosing Room Number 13, she thought number 13 was a lucky number. This room constructed of besser brick lining making it soundproof. No windows with one door constructed of steel - only one key.
Inside this room she furnished with a bed, built-in cupboards, kitchenette, shower and toilet. Air-conditioning installed to keep the room cool in the summer and warm in winter.
On completion Room Number 13 she couldn’t wait to try out her new abode. Safe and secure she fell asleep knowing she would not be interrupted until she awoke.
Months after she completed Room Number 13 her fears subsided. Each morning she unlocked the door to Room Number 13 a new day approached with delight.
One particular night she retired to Room Number 13 once again she fell into a deep sleep. When she awoke the following morning, she opened the door to Room Number 13 to find her home burnt to the ground. All which remained Room Number 13.
Emotions floated through her mind filled with excitement she was alive and safe. Perhaps if she didn’t build Room Number 13 her fears would have been realised and she wouldn’t be around to live another day.
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Solo Crossing

Jessica Watson twenty years old; OAM recipient, Young Australian of the Year Award and many accolades to rival people three times her age, an Australian icon.
Aged eleven she lived on a boat with her family. Each night her mother read Jesse Martin’s book ‘Lionheart: A journey of human spirit to Jessica. An idea – more a dream - a deep desire embedded into her mind. Jessica wanted to sail around the world solo.
In May 2010 she unofficially became the youngest person to sail non-stop and unassisted around the world; an amazing feat for a sixteen year old teenager who at the time didn’t hold a driver’s license to drive a car.
Most Australians followed Jessica’s journey via television reports or on the internet. To be honest I don’t know how she did it – she achieved her dream. She’s one courageous young person to possess the determination to complete such a journey on her own without help from another person. I’m so proud of her determination and her will to finish what she set out to do.
Many lessons to be learned from Jessica’s sole crossing of the many oceans during her voyage in a small craft not much larger than Matthew Flinders ‘Tom Thumb’ back in 1791 when he circumnavigated Australia.
Jessica’s courage to face her demons – to believe in herself to complete the journey, must encourage youths of her age to want to reach their own goals in life. She’s certainly a guiding light to the youth of Australia.
Each time I hear and see how many young people destroy their lives through drinking alcohol and drug use – perhaps if they took a page from Jessica’s book of life and succeed the same way as she’s done, Australia would be a better place.
Determination to fulfil one’s life ambitions one thing; to sail unassisted around the globe another, especially doing it solo with your own self for company. I can’t express high enough the respect I have for Jessica Watson and the feat she achieved.
In my lifetime I’ve achieved many personal goals I never thought possible; none as important as Jessica’s feat. I congratulate you Jessica on your courage and determination and wish I could bottle your attitude and deliver to each young person in Australia to give them a sense of your achievement as you’ve done.
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Suppository Of Knowledge

We all know about the gaffe made by Mr Abbott when he said ‘Suppository of Knowledge’ instead of using the correct term ‘Repository of Knowledge’. Let me share with you a story of ‘Suppository of Knowledge’ I’ve personally experienced.
In my younger day I suffered from migraine headaches. At times these migraines were severe enough I needed medical treatment. To ease the pain, I’d pull my right eye from its socket, release the pain from behind my eye, replace the eye; I would’ve done such an act.
On the day in question I drove to a country town. The sun shone into my eyes through the windscreen. By the time I reached this town my head throbbed in pain. I had a severe migraine headache.
I stopped at the doctor’s surgery to seek help. This doctor was a little unusual in his practice of medicine often practicing non-medical treatments; my migraine throbbed behind my right eye caused almost blindness. I needed urgent medical help.
I entered his surgery he asked me to remove my clothing and stay dressed in my underwear. I had a headache – not something wrong with any other part of my body. He examined my right eye and instantly called his female assistant, who happened to be his wife, ‘look at this eye – he’s having a migraine headache’ he told her.
She came close enough to touch her body to mine. She nodded and stepped back. ‘Never seen anything like this before,’ he told me.
After further examination he asked I redress. His remarks, ‘because of your huge stomach, in my opinion, your stomach pulls on a nerve behind your eye causing the pain,’ he concluded, ‘I’ll give you a prescription for ‘suppositories’ – insert one immediately and one at each four hour interval to ease the pain.’ He dismissed me from his surgery.
Embarrassment overcame me to visit a male public toilet and there inserted one ‘suppository’ into the cavity of my body, my rectum which it was intended. Nothing happened.
Throughout the day I followed the doctor’s directions by inserting another ‘suppository’ into the same cavity of my body with no change. Honestly I wanted to do the same to the doctor.
At the time I heard Mr Abbott make this comment about ‘suppository of knowledge’, I wondered at the doctor’s ‘suppository of knowledge’ when he prescribed them to me to use.
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