The King and The Colony

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The King and The Colony
By Lydia Penn

The King was justifiably angry as he perused the latest report from the Colony. “My patience with these people is coming to an end,” he raged as he paced up and down the Throne Room. “People are starving, crime is increasing, and in their blindness, they start yet another project with no firm foundation, doomed from the start. With their defective sight, they can’t even get the walls straight either.”

He sighed as he handed the missive back to the Littlest Courtier, who was standing nervously to attention, regarding his silver-buckled shoes, and clutching a silver salver. It was his first visit to the Throne Room, and he was awed by its magnificence and the sight of so many courtiers standing stiffly to attention, resplendent in their blue and silver uniforms. With relief, the Littlest Courtier departed and returned to the Lord Chamberlain’s office to make his report.

An older courtier who was sorting out files, smiled at him as he entered the office. “Your first visit to the Throne Room, lad?” he said. “What did you think of it?”

“Oh,” said the Littlest Courtier. “It is so beautiful, all those beautiful tapestries, the purple drapes and the lovely stained glass windows. There is so much light there; it is awesome. But the King was so angry when he read the report.”

The older man had turned back to his work and gave no reply. The Littlest Courtier wanted to ask some questions, but he knew better than to try and continue the conversation. However, he was a bright boy, and as he went about his work that day, he was puzzled as he thought more and more about the King’s anger.

Late that afternoon, as he was having a hearty meal in the refectory, another older courtier comes to sit opposite him. He had a kind, friendly face, so the Littlest Courtier plucked up the courage to speak to him. “Excuse me, Sir,” he said, “but may I asked you a question! It’s about something that has been bothering me all day.”

The older courtier was wise, and as he looked at the Littlest Courtier, he could see before him a smart boy with an inquiring mind; this was not just idle curiosity. “What’s troubling you, boy?” he asked as he laid down his fork.

“I don’t understand why the King is so angry with the people of the Colony,” began the Littlest Courtier. “I know he is kind, just, rich and all-powerful. Why doesn’t he help the people of the Colony, instead of being angry with them because they do faulty work? They can’t help their eyesight being poor, and surely they are doing the best they can. Why doesn’t he help them?”

“Aha!” said the older courtier. “I can answer that question for you. Finish your meal, boy, and I will show you something. I see you are just new here!”

He led the Littlest Coutier down a long passage into a beautifully furnished room, a small replica of the Throne Room, with magnificent chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and cedar panelled walls. At the far end, framed by scarlet velvet drapes, was a large picture of a stately looking, white building, standing perpendicular against a deep blue sky. Even in the picture, it seemed to be glowing, it’s windows sparkling in the sunlight.

As the Littlest Coutier gasped in awe at such beauty, the older Courtier began to explain. “You asked why the King doesn’t do something to help the people of the Colony. Well, he has! Here you see a picture of a hospital, which the King built at great cost to himself, to provide a free remedy for the people’s defective eyesight which is hereditary. He knows they can’t help being born with that problem, but he is angry because they won’t take the remedy he has provided, and they continue to erect faulty buildings with no real foundations and so they fight and squabble over what they do. The beautiful land he gave them is littered with their failures and has become fetid with neglect. That is why the King is angry.”

“But,” asked the Littlest Courtier as he still stood gazing at the picture, “why won’t they take the remedy? I would have thought they all would be glad to.”

“They have a film over their eyes, which means that to them everything appears grey,” explained the other. “And their eye defect means too that they don’t see things properly at the same angle. You and I see a beautiful upright building here. To them, all of it looks grey and bent over – really ugly, and they don’t trust it. By contrast, they see all their structures as upright, and don’t realise they have no firm foundation.”

The Littlest Coutier found such folly hard to comprehend. “Perhaps they don’t know that the King has provided a remedy,” he ventured as they left the room. 

“Oh but they do,” replied the older courtier. “The King sent out many proclamations. He even sent out a proclamation before the hospital was built, to tell the people what he planned. But very few have taken any notice of him, and he has left them free to choose. But they are dominated by Will Power, who acts as leader. So now you understand the King’s anger,” he ended, as they returned to the refectory.

It was several days before the Littlest Courtier was once again sent to the Throne Room with a report, and he sensed a heightened tension in the atmosphere. Daily reports from the Colony were full of worsening situations and fights among the people. Unexpected storms had devastated a large number of buildings, and corruption was rife as the people attempted to rebuild over their previous failures.

“They behave as if I don’t exist.” said the King sadly. “Who do they think gave them the Colony in the first place! Confidence in Will Power has led many astray.”

The tension in the Throne Room permeated the rest of the palace, and the Littlest Courtier was kept extremely busy with repeated calls for his services. “Here, boy, lend me a hand with this,” or “here, boy, take a message and be quick.” As he scurried about in the heightened activity, he wondered if it was all something involving the Colony. Was the King going to act? Had he finally lost patience?

In the Colony itself was also a sense of growing urgency, but from a very different angle. “I vote we get rid of this ugly misshapen hospital building altogether. It’s just an anachronism and stands in the way of progress,” declared Will Power, the self-important, swaggering leader of the Colony.

His supporters agreed, but when Will went home and told his wife, Hope, what he was going to do, she objected strongly. “You can’t do that,” she said. “I’ve heard of several people who have been there and come out much happier, saying how different life is now they can see properly, with the film removed from their eyes. You can’t take away people’s right to go there if they want to.”

“Nonsense,” stormed Will. “It’s all in their imagination. They’re brainwashed, and those are the people who want to interfere with our lifestyle, saying we don’t see properly and we have everything crooked; what audacity! What’s wrong with our lifestyle? My father lived this way and his family before him. And I intend to do the same.”

“But there is so much arguing and fighting, and people are getting killed,” objected Hope. “No one is very happy. How can this be a good way to live?”

“Bosh!” snorted Will. “Once we get rid of this monstrosity of a hospital, we can put something better on the site, and our problems will be solved with no one to interfere. Don’t you dare go anywhere near it,” he ordered.

Years of domination by Will had left Hope reluctant to argue with him, afraid of his violent temper. So she said no more as he stormed out of the house.

His supporters all agreed, “Will Power can do anything he wants.” But Will had come across a very big problem. Two days later he came home in an extremely bad temper.  “That hospital structure is proving harder to shift than I expected,” he fumed. “I don’t understand it. I thought it would be an easy pushover, but it isn’t.”

“Perhaps you should just leave it and build around it,” suggested Hope timidly.

This provoked a further storm of abuse from Will, so she said nothing more. But three days later, making sure that no one saw her, Hope went to look at the hospital building. It looked as grey and uninteresting as all the other buildings, and to her defective sight, it certainly was leaning over badly. But as she looked at it she began to wonder; if it was so crooked and misshapen as it seemed, why was it so hard to get rid of, when the other buildings had just tumbled down of their own accord?

She went to visit her friend Joy, who had been to the hospital. “Yes,” said Joy, “it’s the eye defect we were all born with, which makes the hospital look crooked and everything else straight. Actually, it’s the other way round. Once I availed myself of the remedy, everything has become different to me, and it is all so much brighter.” Hope said nothing, and Joy continued, “there are rumours too that the King is soon going to take action in the Colony, because of all the pollution and destruction over the years. He considers it is not a safe place to live anymore.”

Hope decided she would visit the hospital herself. She had nothing to lose, she reasoned, and there certainly was a sense of impending doom in the air. Whatever Will said to the contrary, something momentous was about to happen. She sensed it!

She was right! 

The King summoned Michael, the Commander of his armies, to a meeting in the State Room. “The time has come,” he said as Michael stood at attention before him, an awe-inspiring tall figure in his deep blue uniform, his sword in a scabbard at his side.

“This Colony is no longer a fit place to live. The people are destroying themselves and everything in it,” the King stated. “As you know, I have been preparing another Colony. It is now ready. You have the names of those people whose sight has been restored and I am transporting them to a Colony even better than this one once was. You will organise an airlift for them and I will personally greet them on arrival.”

“Excuse me, Your Majesty,” said Michael. “But what about the others? Are you just going to leave them there to destroy themselves and everything else?”

The King shook his head sadly. “They had a choice, but they refused to take the remedy I provided for their eye defect. If I took them to a new Colony, they would ruin it in the same way in their blindness. What would be the point? They wanted to be left alone to live as they are now. I respect their wishes. Go ahead.”

The Aircraft of the King’s Flight was ready, a call had gone forth to everyone named on the list, and Michael stood waiting to receive them on board. The sun shone in a clear blue sky, and the magnificent silver aircraft emitted an iridescent glow as it streaked across the sky.

But to Will Power and the other benighted people of the Colony, it looked like just a very dark cloud preceded by a prolonged loud clap of thunder. “Another storm on the way,” they observed indifferently although rumours had been going around of transport to a better Colony which the King was preparing. Will scorned such fanciful talk. “Nothing wrong with what we have here,” he reiterated, and his supporters agreed as they continued working with him under his authority.

However, soon there was an awareness of people missing – people who had visited the hospital claimed a new, better sight and then wanted to improve the Colony. “We’re much better off without them, “declared Will, glad that he had forbidden Hope to visit the hospital.

But when he went home, incredibly, she had also gone, leaving only a half-finished meal on the kitchen table. Will Power, blustering, self-important, who could do anything and was always in control, was now left free to do as he pleased, but he was also a man left alone, a man without Hope!

ZZZ-Code | The Wright brothers

Bonnell Spring Dreaming of Flight

by Warren Moore

Dayton Ohio 1869, Susan Catherine Koerner and Milton Wright have a secret. All of there lives they have had faith and belief in a universal connection, a spiritual intelligence that could be called upon when the time was right. They didn’t understand how or why this was possible, they just had faith. They knew that every person on this planet was capable of calling out for help. It was a natural part of life, if you were in trouble, automatically you would call out for help. Susan and Milton believed that all thoughts were collected in one place and when you asked for help the ether of the universe responded.

Milton was a local church Bishop. He knew more than most about a higher power and the gifts that can be delivered by those that believe. With the life expectancy in 1870 being 41 years, you have to dream big and make the most of what you have.

One night when Susan and Milton settled in for the night, on their old Bonnell Spring mattress, something was different. Everything had aligned, their position on the bed, the temperature of the night, and Milton snoring in a rhythmic tone. The springs of the mattress began to vibrate like a universal antenna, picking up every thought and dream of every person connected to the universal ether.

What they didn’t know was the Bonnell Spring mattress had been created by Mark and Jay Bonnell. The springs were handpicked by Mark on Bonnel Spring Nursery and the Core created by Jay in the factory, twisting heating and stretching the core until he was able to hear that fine musical note that only Jay could hear. The ZZZ code, a magical frequency that resonated dreams and thoughts. Unbeknown to Jay, he had tapped into this universal frequency, creating a radio antenna to collective thoughts and dreams.

The noise in the Wright house was disciplined and controlled. Milton and Susan have 5 children and many nights were spent together keeping warm, telling stories and talking about their dreams and possibilities of the future. They would tell stories of the future, giving thanks to God for everything that they had and the opportunities that would come.

One early morning Orville and Wilbur snuck into their parent’s bed and fell asleep while Milton and Susan were preparing for Fourth Of July Celebrations. Susan had 200 gooseberry pies to prepare and Bishop Milton spent countless hours in preparation for Church duties.

In unison, the boys began to snore and resonate on the Bonnell Spring Core.

As the boys began to snore it caused a vibration in the core, the core responded by amplifying the ZZZ-code. The more they snored, the bigger the vibration and the greater bandwidth was achieved between the Bonnell Core and the Universal Ether. An untapped universe of questions and answers. Every idea ever created is stored in the Universal Ether. But very few are able to tap in or translate the messages.

Immediately, Wilber and Orville began dreaming of wild eagles and hawks swooping and floating on pockets of air, their wings hardly moving as the air passing over and under them lifting them into the sky.

Bonnel Spring - Dreaming of Planes

The question was planted deep into their subconscious, “how can we fly?”. They saw visions of trees and buildings, people and animals all below them as they floated above them. They could see their shadow chasing them as they crossed paddocks and roads made by horse and auto-mobiles. It was an amazing dream.

Their minds began to flood with visions, like a cyclone of thought, spiralling and flashing, twisting and turning. Different parts of their mind opened up to thoughts and ideas never before possible. Blood was rushing to their brain to cool them from the intense influx of thought bombarding them with ideas of the future. Imagine the possibilities, imagine being able to see people praising your achievements in the newspapers, of people cheering and throwing great functions in your honour. They were exposed to it all.

When they woke, they both sat up, looked at each other and smiled. They knew. They couldn’t explain how, but they had shared the same dream. An explicit dream, a dream with so much detail. A dream with so much excitement. A dream with a purpose. The Write bothers knew what had to be done.

 
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Bonnell Spring Nursery

Bonnell Training

By Warren Moore

Very few are chosen for an elite team, only those bread for the challenge have any chance of surviving the pressure. One stands out from all others for his heroic missions and his story has become legend. This story is about one Elite Team and their team leader PK Spring. The team called him “Pockets”. A team of hourglass springs linked at the elbows with helical crosswise precision to form the very first Bonnell High-Performance Mattress.

Legend speaks of this solitary spring, a great holy spring that was able to tension and vibrate at the exact harmonic necessary to reach the ZZZ-code. The ZZZ-code is a harmonic linked to the interetheric energy stored as Ether. The transmission medium for the propagation of electromagnetic or gravitational forces known as thought.

Bonnell Spring Holy Man

This is how the story was told to me, passed on through the generations from father to son! This story is about an Elite Team of courageous youth bound together, each responsible for the life of the next.

It was early Spring, the leaves began to appear at Bonnell Spring Nursery. All the time and effort put into preparing the soil, planting and watering were starting to be visible. It was an exciting time for Mark and the team. They knew this year was going to be a special year. With the right environment, our new crop will be starting to bounce in 3 to 4 weeks.

Systems are in place to take a sapling spring and nurture it into a high-quality hourglass bed spring. But only the elite would become part of the high-performance team. To become an elite, it takes special breading, ancestry and bloodline, only the right tensions at the right time with the right temperature can produce something so precise.

Let’s start at the beginning.

Jay Bonnell, the foreman in charge of High-Performance manufacture, was working diligently, preparing the new harvest of springs. Only the toughest of springs can handle the “Jay tuned torture” required to create the Bonnell Spring Core. Like an army boot camp only the toughest survive. Pockets new that only as a team could they reach their performance goals.

Bonnell Spring Training 1

Only one team will make it. The pressure is enormous.

Strength and discipline, heat and pressure, hurdle after hurdle must be dominated.

Bonnell Spring training

Only one team will stand above the rest. The surviving team will qualify for this leap into legend.

Bonnell High performance spring

Boot camp was brutal, both physically and mentally. The broken remains of springs that failed, get buried in the ground to strengthen the new crop. Only one team qualified.

Jay knows that with the right tensions and exactness of angles he can create the perfect support layer in a Bonnell High Performance mattress. But it take time and patience. The wrong tension or the wrong angle and a mattress can fail. The human population was depending on him.

bonnel spring core

As Jay pulls tight and tensions the mattress for the final time, he listens carefully for a distinct hum, that musical note only he seems to be able to hear. It’s the scream from Pockets and his team as they reach breaking point.

But this time was different. On the final spring tune, Jay heard a musical note, a pitch he had never heard before. Without knowing, Jay had created the optimum tension for ZZZ-code translation.

The ZZZ-code has been secretly published in plain sight for generations. It’s believed to have originated from ancient Maya script with symbols and inscriptions often written in columns two glyphs wide. Each successive pair of columns read left to right, top to bottom in the distinct shape of a Z.

Bonnell Spring ZZZ-Code

Modern-day ZZZ-code is often found in animated text showing the symbol of a man sleeping and communicating with the Ether while snoring. This ancient practice perfected over generations enables the practitioner to sleep, dream and communicate. But only the most practised holy men are able to understand the code. Few can translate its meaning. Until now.

zzz-code

Jay doesn’t know it yet, but he is the inventor of one of the greatest achievements of mankind. He has accidentally stumbled upon, the frequency necessary to amplify the ZZZ-code.

Albert Einstein spoke of the aether as the velocity of a wave proportional to the square root of the elastic forces which cause [its] propagation, and inversely proportional to the mass of the aether moved by these forces.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aether_theories

ZZZ-Code is the goal, very few reach it. Pockets and his team are about to change the future. The first documented encounter was in 1869. The young family of Susan Catherine Koerner and Milton Wright.

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Back Yard Domination by Warren Moore

Tree Roots Back Yard Domination

Back Yard Domination
by Warren Moore

The back story.

23 years ago in a back yard near you, a young couple had plans of building a home and growing a loving family. They could see the little feet running in the house and swinging on the tyre hanging from the tree in the back yard. It was going to be a magical time.

The house is taking shape and the gardens and trees that they planted to create the screen along the fence are all growing, and growing, and growing.

The family increases from 2 to 3 to 4 and it’s time to pick-up and move to a bigger place with more rooms and closer to schools and work.

The old place is sold to the new family with little feet enjoying the back yard with the growing trees and a house for the dog.

Deep down in the bulging soil is our villain, with visions of Yard Domination. But he needs more water to grow stronger, so the grip is tightened on all drains and pipes he can get his gritty roots on. Until one by one, the pipes break and the tree roots enter the drains and sewer. 

Now no-one wants to go into the back yard because of the smell that is coming out of the ground. When they flush the toilet it starts to back up and is blocked. The washing machine is having problems and the laundry is always wet. Nothing is draining the way it should.

The new owners of the property transform into our hero’s, wearing capes, gloves and masks take on the task of plunging the toilet and pouring chemicals down the drains to clear the blockage. They know they can defeat the villain with a bit more effort, time and money. 

A friend from work recommends they seek guidance from a plumbing master, one who has the knowledge they seek to defeat the villain and win the day.

They called Jamieson and arrange a battle, a duel unlike anything ever seen at this address, but are somewhat underwhelmed when JR Burns Plumbing arrives with the right tools to immediately take care of the problem. 

The drains are pressure cleaned and the roots are removed. They know while the trees are growing the pipes will again eventually be blocked, but they also know that there is a quick and easy resolution to the problem.

The new owners put their capes away and resume there mild, meek persona’s as stress-free loving parents until their next epic adventure.

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Family Holiday on the Flying Flea – by Mulga Pete.

Max Mannix Painting - Off on a family holiday
Painting: Off on a family holiday, by Max Mannix.

“Off On A Family Holiday”
Painting by Max Mannix

Family Holiday on the Flying Flea
by Mulga Pete.

I can remember as a young boy, Mum, Dad, Lizzy and me going off to Brisbane to stay with Uncle Bill and Aunty Mavis for our school holiday. They had a house at the beach. We had never seen so much water. Going on holidays was a big deal. Mum would prepare for days, getting excited about the trip and stressing about everything she would forget. Dad didn’t seem to be as affected, he just knew to stay out of Mum’s way while the tornado that was Mum swept through the house.

“We are going to catch the train. The famous Flying Flea to Charleville” Dad would say. “They say that it goes so fast that the only time it’s on the tracks is when it crossed them. She was the fastest timed passenger train in Queensland. The driver would open her up to get ahead of the timetable, so he could have a cuppa tea and biscuits before the next leg.” Dad was very impressed with the “Flying Flea”.

A two hour dusty, dry trip to the train. We knew it was going to take a long time. Dad just hoped the car would make the trip, not like last time. We spent as much time on the side of the road waiting for it to cool down as we did on the road getting to Quilpie. When the steam was going over the bonnet like a mist it was time to pull over and let it cool down. The water would drip from the old radiator. Dad would cover his hand with an old shirt and attack the radiator cap like a gunner about to take the hill. Come in low and reach up with his covered hand. He knew if it was too hot, it would explode like a geyser and boiling water would go everywhere. After 15 minutes to cool down, he would refill the water tank with cool water and we would be back on our way. The water cans took up as much space as the luggage.

We arrived at Quilpie train station around lunch time, I remember it was hot and dusty, not a lot of shade at the station. The train had arrived early and people were getting off, unloading their bags. “keep together” Mum would say. Quilpie station with 30 people was like an invasion. Too many people in one place for Mum’s liking.

The train was full today. Two coaches filled with footy fans excited for the three hour trip to Charleville. Depending on the outcome of the game, and how many drinks they had, the return trip may not have been as exciting. The local Constable at Quilpie was quick to send them home if they mucked up too much.

The tracks head Northeast out of town. I could see some penny’s on the track with two local boys standing back trying to be invisible but determined not to take their eyes off the coins.

We were changing to the western line for Brisbane. Nearly 600miles, but we could get there in one day. Mum had water and snacks for the trip, Mum never left home without snacks. “We’re on holidays!” Mum said excitedly, let the journey begin.



The Courtship of Elizabeth May – by Mulga Pete

Max Mannix Painting - Shes taking her time making up her mind

“She’s taking her time making up her mind”
Painting by Max Mannix

The Courtship of Elizabeth May
by Mulga Pete

Getting dressed in her finest frock.
Mum brushing her hair, it’s a big day for our Lizzy, Young Matty is going to pop the question. He came and asked Pa’s permission. Pa wasn’t too pleased, no ones good enough for our Lizzy. They have only been together for the last 12 months and there are not too many opportunities for a young bush girl to meet her man. Young Matty was a good worker, and his Dad, “Doser” was a good bloke.

Pa’s pacing the floor, his little girl and young Matty, Dosers Son “engaged”, he was saying under his breath.
He’s a good worker, but that doesn’t mean he’ll be good for my Lizzy May. She has dreams of the day she will be lifted away from the dirt and the bush, but young Matty still works with his dad, that’s not the life my Lizzy dreams of. She is always dreaming of the city and the shopping, that’s not going to happen with young Matty. It will be more of the same, hard work, hot and dry, little income and not many fancy things.

But we were doing OK. Maybe they will do OK too. We kept a roof over our heads. Three little ones are growing strong. Horses, dogs, chickens and cows, a few sheep. We don’t go hungry often and we will still be close if they need us.

He’s on one knee, “can you hear what he’s saying”? Pa said.
“Get your heads back in the door, and keep quiet,” said Mum.
He’s pulled out the ring, “What did he say” ? said Pa.
“Quiet, I’m trying to listen,” said Mum.
“She’s taking her time making up her mind,” said Pa.
“Has she answered him yet”?