The Crossroad Inn

I have often been asked about my wicked sense of humor and fun and where it came from. Many of you will know about my Dear old Dad and the rolling pin so you can guess where much of it comes from but it is more than that.




Australian's often are labeled "laidback" and "casual" with the ability to laugh at ourselves as a nation as well as finding the fun things and the humorous side of events. We are indeed in general very casual and laidback, especially when it comes to our own selves. Maybe it is a part of our proud convict heritage. Every Australian proudly claims at least one first Fleet convict as their own anscestor. We are honest and forthright.. perhaps a non political correct species but we say what we think.

On the other hand Australian's are also courageous, loyal and strong willed. We make great friends and the word "mate" is a valued part of our vocabulary. Australian's will walk a mile for their mates when the "chips are down" and will be there for them when called. We help others and do not turn our backs on people who need help. Although sadly once again as time marches forward in the new millenium people everywhere are becoming colder and more heartless.. concerned with the chase for the dollar rather than giving a person a hand up.


Australian's have a built in "Bullshit detector" and do not suffer fools gladly. An Aussie will tell you that you are full of it without a blink of an eye. We are an straightforward little quirky species that sees beyond what is presented to us and that allows us to take away a full color pallete of events. We are a multicultural race of people.. Australia is only a few hundred years old so an Australian's anscestors can come from anywhere in the world but we are all Australian.


We treasure our leisure. We used to find enjoyment in the simple things.. beer and barbeques, a drink down the pub with our mates, footy on weekends, camping and fishing in the bush. All that is changing as hi society, technology and urban pressure starts to prevade and overtake our lives.


But we still stand on our colonial roots. We have an expression for something that is Australian and is REAl ..





I was raised in a "True Blue" environment. My Dad made sure of that by showing me so much of our beautiful land as a child and by introducing to to just about every single "Aussie Character" that ever lived in the "Real Australia". I lived the aussie dream as a kid. I was so lucky to have such a wide variety of experiences and such a deep introduction and education of this beautiful land and the unique peoples.


I remember being nine years old and camping in the middle of Australia's central desert at a place called Devils Marbles. I hadn't bothered pitching a tent as experienced had shown me that it was impossible to hammer tent pegs into rock ground, so I had laid the tent out as a ground sheet then inflated my matress and "bob's your uncle" ... I was ready for bed .. sleeping under a blanket of stars in the outback..That night I will never forget and I still see the sky that night clearly in my mind.


I have related earlier the story of assisting the guests to try and pitch their tents by showing them the softest ground possible but being "noobs" as they were, they kept trying to hammer into solid rock. There was another side of this event that is typically Australian and True Blue. Later that night the team leader and my dad got everyone together and held a "kangaroo court" around the fire. This was a mock court trial where all the guests were put on trial for their "crimes". My mum was up first. Mum's crime was to fall asleep in the Coach with her mouth open snoring. her Kangaroo Court punishment was to have her mouth taped up with duct tape for three hours that morning while traveling.


When it got to me, my crime was talking to much all the time so I got the duct tape treatment too.. except I kept dissolving in a fit of giggles and ripping it off. Another older girl and guy on the trip had gotten real "close" to each other so they were sentenced to be tied by the arm to other partners for the day and another couple of guys who hated each other were sentenced to be tied together and to sleep in the same tent. Then it came the turn of the little group of guests who kept pitching their tents in the solid rock. What a travesty in Australia. What a crime.. Aussies who just can't "camp out" proper like. Their punishment was to have to be the first out of the coach every night for the remainder of the trip and have their tent up ready for inspection within five minutes with everyone watching and cheering them on. Considering they had never pitched a tent within an hours time this was quite some challenge for the group and a hell of a lot of laughs for all of us....It was all a riot of laughs


Thats just Aussie humour.. and laughing at ourselves.... True Blue


Australian Comedians Writers Poets and artists of all kinds have influenced our way of thinking immensly over time just as society at the time has been reflected in these peoples work. I grew up around campfires and in "aussie pubs" listening to these people perform and laughing my ass off the entire time. These people made us as a nation, laugh at ourselves, at our oddities and quirks and at the things that differentiated us from the rest of the world.


Legends like Kevin Bloody Wilson and Rodney Rude paved the way for a unique style of comedy that is totally Australian. Every Aussie over the age of 30 can recite and sing these and other Aussie legend's songs when drunk and disorderly. It is part of our culture and the popularity of these guys helped a nation have the ability to laugh at themselves.


Entertainers like Steve Irwin and Crocodile Dundee would not have made sense to the world and especially to Aussies, if these pioneers hadn't blazed a trail of "Aussism" across the world before them.


These Comedians and entertainers had totally politically incorrect material but all True Blue Aussie. So what do we do today with this work of the years that have passed that is so politically incorrect?


Do we as Australians toss out and ignore an important part of our heritage because it is so politically incorrect? Do we now "act" embarrassed about our prime comedians and entertainers like Kevin Bloody Wilson and Rodney Rude and pretend they never existed? Do we now whisper their names in shame or scratch their names off our famous people lists?

Do we stop laughing now because we are told we are not supposed to think that it is funny anymore? Were we as a nation wrong to think it was funny in the first place?


I freely admit it.. These guys inspired me...

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References

True Blue - Aussie Slang Dictionary Online - Learn some Aussisms
You Tube John Williamson Home Among The Gumtrees
Kevin Bloody Wilson's Website
You Tube Kevin Bloody Wilson
Wikipedia Kevin BLoody Wilson
You Tube - Another Kev Classic
Rodney Rude Website


Rodney Rude (born Rodney Keft in Bathurst) is an Australian 'blue' stand-up comedian, poet and writer. He is infamous for his bawdy humour. He has released 12 albums and 4 videos throughout his long career, most of which are distributed by EMI Music Australia.

03:24 PM - Devastated Now Open
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

It seems everytime I start to climb up the mountain in front of me, some asshole is there lying in wait with a foot out to trip me over.



I feel like the kid that proudly set about to build a tower of blocks, only to have the resident bully come galloping up and kick it over.



Where the neighbours "dobbed" me in to the "water police" for having an outside tap running for five minutes... well it seems the bastards around here are not just concerned with my water consumption.

This blog doesn't really need a thousad word essay of my rants and raves about everything that is wrong with our society and communities today... oh wait.. did I say


A picture tells a thousand words so instead of words I will post a copy of the letter that I recieved in the mailbox today.







Well a few things I guess... the first thing would be.. Why the heck didn't the "neighbour" come to me and ask me politely to keep my goats on my own property?

That is surreal to me.... I can't grasp why one would not have the common decency and respect to come to me direct and speak to me of their problem with my animals....


The next thing is about logistics. Ok so my goats might go jump the fence to go exploring every now and then. I live on a five acre bush property way out of town. The neighbouring property on one side has an empty house on it. I believe it is for sale and the owner lives over on the coast. The goats do jump over there and chomp their weeds occasionally until we catch them and chase them out.

It's empty... devoid of life.. just hanging around growing more weeds.....I have seen three hoomans step foot on it since we arrived here, The lawn mower man came on his ride on mower once and then the real estate came to show a man through the property on one other occasion... thats it... 3 people in two visits...hmmm

Now to the neighbour on the other side.. Once again its an empty property.. bar two horses...... the funny thing.. and I don't mean funny haha or even funny peculiar... I mean funny "ironic" is that those two horses often jump over to my property.. where i just shoo them back onto their own when I catch them... and thats only for their owners benefit cos really I couldn't care if they are on my property having a chomp........


My own goats might go over to visit the horses once a week when they slip through the fence but they are soon rounded up and bought back when one of us sees them...


So their you have it.... my nuisance goats... They go jump the fence into empty bush properties once or twice a week just to check out if the grass really is greener...






In a footnote to "The Letter"

I got a "phone Call" today from a very friendly chappy who informaed me that this place is now under contract and he is coming to "value" it for the purchasers......

It's sold.. the clock is now on countdown....

 

08:42 AM - Suicide Moth Part 2
Category: Writing and Poetry

 

It rained today for the first day since we moved to the farm. Tonight I was sitting on my bed looking out the window when a Bogong moth similar to the one  above that I snapped on the front door a minute ago, decided to keep me fascinated by the way he kept trying to get through the glass window into the bedroom to the light.

It was so funny, Kahleah was sitting on the bed with me and I said to her "look at the fairy on the window".

She walked up with a puzzled expression on her face (up to now she hasn't actually "seen" the fairies we play with) and she peered at the window close up. She took a step back, looked at me, looked back at the moth and did a double take, peering closer again.

She then turned to me with a look of consternation on her face and said "its a yucky looking one isn't it mummy".

I laughed and laughed. I then explained it was a big moth. The wing span from tip to tip was about ten centimetres and the body length was about 6 cm long.

She asked me if I could open the window to get a better look as he was hanging on the insect screen. When I opened the window she again peered at it up close, examining it with fascination.

Glen leaned forward and said, look you can scratch it on it's tummy and he gave it's tummy a bit of a rub through the screen. She then reached up and touched it through the screen and gently patted it's tummy with a look of complete awe on her face.

When I closed the window we sat there and watched the moth for ages, just continually beat itself against the window in it's futile effort to get to the light.

One again nature and my little girl inspired me to write this poem. Hope you enjoy.

The Bogong Moth
The moths are huge and apparently edible. You notice I say apparently. I don't see them on my menu in the near or distant future. I live in south East Queensland which is their breeding ground.

Bogongs Migrations

 

Postscript.
As I am posting this Glen spoke up from behind me at the dining table where he was watching me post the blog. We were having a coffee before bed and he said "Here you are the cats got one now"

Sure enough I turned around and the cat had presented one to Glen at his feet. I grabbed the camera as Glen grabbed the cat and it flew into the kitchen. The cat got away from Glen and sat there eyeing the moth. Glen took the cat to the sleepout while I rescued the moth and put him outside.

 

When Glen walked back in he said "All that effort and there's a bird outside that is probably thanking us for dinner about now.

Well at least he didn't end up the cat's dinner.. tonight anyway....

 

 

But what amazes me the most. Is that this is him now in the pic below. Up again trying to get in my kitchen window.

 

Don't mind my minstrels on my windowsill. Its my band that keeps me company as I cook.

 

Icarus

05:14 PM - Belladonna Baddass Visits The Farm
Category: MySpace

Do you know the feeling when you finish a blog and are just about to post it... then the electricity goes out and you lose it all...

no recovery because you were just to stupid to save... well it's a horrid feeling.

Do I rewrite the blog or scrap it completely and write a new one on a completely new subject?

In this case i rewrote the blog...

So here it is

Well it was an exciting time at the farm indeed. in a space of one week we witnessed the arrival of four new goats, Belladonna and her adorable rugrats and Murphy.

i was reading the paper last week when i saw an advertisement of goats for sale. So I went out and added to my herd. I already had Midnight my adorable smelly billy goat and his wives Snowy, Curly and Dot.. The ladies are all angora cross goats and are all pregnant and ready to drop their kids any day now. snowy is Queen goat and leads the others into trouble all the time.

don't ever say Goats are dumb.. they know the blue bucket is their feed bucket and they ignore me when i bring the red water buckets down. They only had to see me get the feed from the feedshed once before I found them in the shed an hour later happily munching away on a weeks supply of grain...and they love getting into my orchard. They have worked it out really well and igured if they get under the fence into the neighbours paddock in one spot, then wander up a bit, they can get back under the fence and now be in the orchard... all my little fruits are bitten off up to about 7 foot up the trees. I love watcing them getting the ants out of the ant mounds. We have huge ant mounds about a metre tall and the goats climb up them and dance down them again, really tearing the mound up as they dance down.. this exposes the yummy juicy ants for the goats to dine on. One goat dances and they all dine out.

Feedtime is fun.. the minute they see the blue buckets, i have a herd of horny goats running full boar at me in frantic starvation.... geez *rolls eyes and peers at dirty minded readers* I meant the horns that grow from the heads :)

I try and get the feed out while I dance around trying to avoid getting stabbed by a horn on the way through.


So that was my herd, when i rang the lady up who owned the goats in the paper, I odered three little girl Boer Goat does. They are too young to mate yet so midnight has to behave himself for a few more months. The new girls are called *Dora* (black and white) because she is an explorer, *Toffee* (toffee and white) her name needs no explanation and *snickers* who is a brown, tan and white goat who looks like she has been dipped in a vat of chocolate.. hence why she is a snickers bar.

The lady offered me a little boy whether goat. He has had his bits snipped off and no one wanted him. she wanted him to go to a farm where he wouldn't end up as dinner. perfect for us. brodie has himself a little pink goat. He called it Glen of course.. what else would brodie call something... after all his rooster is called Brodie glen.. what can i say.. the boy loves his name .. I don't know what Glen snr thinks of having a deballed pink goat as his namesake...Glen is a pink colour because he is  a sanaan cross goat which gives him the pink tinge


The new goats are skittish, the people who owned them didn't interact much with the goats at all... unlike here at the farm where everything is "pets".


When the girls have their kids i will start milking them... goats milk is excellent for asthma which my kids get so slowly I will replace their cows milk with goats milk.. I think i will even attempt to make cheese and yoghurt out of the milk products too...

Then there was the farms first real visitors...mum and dad don't count because they are family lol

I drove down to Brisbane to pick belladonna up from her daughters place and actually made it in one piece. I couldn't remember the last time I had been out driving by myself without at least one of my children attached to the back seat so i really enjoyed the drive. The only thing that was missing was my mp3 player blaring out Nickelback for me to sing along too.

The first thing that struck me about Belladonna when I met her was how her pictures don't do her justice. She is so pretty. The second thing that struck me was she was just about as tiny as me. The third thing that struck me was our shared sense of wicked insane humour. Then I struck her, with the boot lid of the car, being my normal clumsy self and trying to stuff belladonna in with the luggage. Dang ..beating my guests up before we even get to the farm.

When we arrived at the farm my tribe piled out of the house and excitedly lined up to greet the visitors and from that minute on it was madness. 7 rambunctous noisy children and one adorable loving Zach.


Bella's kids are sweethearts.. Zach is so special.. I don't think anyone could meet Zach and go away from the experience without a little burst of happiness in their hearts... Zach is everything magic and worthwhile about this world. Kody is a sweet little man.. many a time he had me grinning at his "grown up" outlook and mannerisms and serious way of looking at life. Then there was my future son in law, Cailean.... As soon as Shayla feasted her eyes on him, she decided she was marrying him...... what can i say, she likes older men.. so Bella and I spent our first night organizing the future dowry.. we settled it down to five goats, three turkeys, two ducks, six laying hens and a rooster.


I took Bella to the local pub while she was here and introduced her to the locals... her comment to me when we got back in the car... "I came all this way for you to introduce me to a dude that wears his ponytail on the front of his head". This cracked us up as one of my mates Guy is a real aussie character. He is very buddha-esque with a huge belly and a wild mane of curly black hair... which just happened to be tied up in a ponytail at the top front of his head....I told her it wasn't so bad.. at least he didn't come out and greet us wearing his usual purple sarong skirt....trust me..it's scary...


I think we both would have liked to spend longer at the pub but I was driving and we were a tad worried about leaving Glen at home with extended tribe.


We spent the whole time laughing and talking.. I have never gotten along so well with someone .. it was amazing, she finished my sentences and vice versa and was usually thinking the same wicked things I was thinking.. when i was creating the honeymoon blog pictures she was with me all the way and actually "got" where I was going with it...we have similar personalities and thoughts on various subjects...we had a ball of a time and my sides are still sore from laughing constantly.


It rained while they were here and we don't have a vehicle that can take everyone so we spent most of the time here at the farm.. a tad boring for the kids but great for us...The kids still enjoyed themselves wandering around the farm and visiting the animals in all the slosh.

Belladonna witnessed Murphy coming to visit when Glen didn't get paid last week because the government says he still owns a house that he never owned..*rolls eyes* and then again when i went and ordered my usual order of southern friend chicken drumsticks and got wings instead....


The visit was over all too quickly.. I'd love to have Bella move back to Queensland so we could visit more often... when i got back from dropping her off down in Brisbane the house seemed so empty.. even with all my kids still here.. The best thing about Bella is how real she is.. what you see is what you get. no fakeness or falseness and that is why I think we got along so well.. we are both straight up front people.. we just have insane senses of humour.....

So my first ever Myspace meeting went fantastically well..... I miss them all so much and can't wait to do it all again... I think I will introduce her to Mitch next time she comes up .. when he is rolling drunk and running aorund in his leopard skin undies..... haha Bella .. you thought Guy was bizzare

In my second year of high school I had a maths teacher, who was the endless source of amusement for me. I was a terror back then with a strong sense of social justice which made for some rebellious acts against the "system" even then.

 
To describe Mr. Gaunt to you is a tad difficult. My only description of him gets rather confused because every time I think of Mr. Gaunt, Mr. Bean pops into my head and I crack up laughing. To this day I can not differentiate between the two. I am telling you now, Rowan Atkinson modeled Mr. Bean from My Mr. Gaunt.

 

 

I had always been put in the top class but I hated it. My friends were in the lower graded classes and the other kids in my class were stuck up snobs. So I made it my mission to be put in the lower classes with my friends. Hence not long after the start of my mission I was moved down into Mr. Gaunts lower math class with all the cool people and all my friends.

 
There was only one problem with that.

Mr. Gaunt was stuck teaching the lower classes because he was well, Mr. Beanlike dumb.

 

 

He wore long socks, long shorts with a short sleeved shirt and tie and I really think his face was more Mr. Beanlike than Mr. Bean. He was a confirmed bachelor who lived in a tiny flat and the thought of him with a woman was the source of many laughter outburst by my friends and myself in class. Mind you he didn't rate as high on the idiot scale as  Mr. Freame, the Latin master but Mr. Freame and my detention stories are still to come.

 

Mr. Gaunt had no control over the class. He would turn to us and ask us if we thought we should have a math's test the next week. Well hey, back then everything had been sorted into lots of life already. He was asking every potential deviant over the years to come in our home if we WANTED a math test? Somehow we managed to persuade him every week that we were not quite ready.

 

Mr. Gaunt had many peculiarities other than having his shorts hitched up to his ribcage and a way of walking that at best could be described as Emu Like. He had a weird habit of waiting until we were all seated quietly in the class before making his entrance and he would EMU into the room and up to his desk, pulling his chair out and turning it to face the class. Then he would stand behind it and swing a leg over it, placing his foot on the seating part and begin rocking it back and forward leaning on his knee as he talked. He would proceed to waffle on for forty minutes about nothing. Or preach sermons on the greatness of math. Coming from a class where we actually did math, this was all new to me but got boring real quick. It seemed to drone on worse than the minister on Sundays, day after day, week after week.

 

One day it got too much for the imp in me. I waited until everyone was in class and watched Mr. G EMU his way up the corridor and then I made my entrance. I EMUED, myself along the corridor past the tiny glass windows and into the classroom and the rest of the class burst out laughing at me as soon as they saw me. They were used to my imitations and I had my Mr. G act down pat by this stage. Before I even got to my desk he called to me so I got to my seat and pulled it out as I threw my bag down and swung my leg over the back of it in an exact imitation of his own daily morning ritualistic actions.

 

"Yes Mr. G, present and accounted for Sir." I said with a cheeky grin on my face as the rest of the class sat in silent anticipation of what was to come.

 

"You are late young lady" He said pointing his finger at me and puffing his chest out.

 

I pointed my finger right back. "So I am sir" I took at deep breath and stood there grinning with my own puny chest puffed out too.

 

He started rocking his chair back and forth as he did when he got nervous.

"If everyone was late we wouldn't have a class" He said, his hand still pointing at me.

 My hand still pointed at him and my own chair started rocking in time with his. "It's not like I missed anything important sir".

 At that point he dropped his arm across his knee and kept rocking, just staring at me. I had shocked him. He was speechless. His mouth opened and closed like a fish.

 

 

I stood there silent too, my own hand now dropped into position to match his and I watched him as I rocked in time to him.

 "That is beside the point." he exploded. "You are supposed to be here present in the class to get an education"

 One of the other kids spoke up at that point. He was one of the sporty kids that I didn't have much to do with.

 
"Well Mr. G, it is the point really. You never teach us anything. You just stand there preaching all lesson".

A voice from the back of the class piped up with "and swings on his chair all day doing it". That set everyone off. The whole class started laughing out loud, letting go of all the tension build up from the confrontation.

 

Mr. G started shaking as his face turned bright purple. I was still rocking in time with his motions and he turned to me, pointed and said

"YOU!!! outside in the corridor now, everyone else silence" He stepped off his char and went and stood uncomfortably behind his desk.

 
I pointed back again and stepped off my chair in time with him. "Yes sir, at your command". The hum started around me as I stepped into the aisle and EMUED my way to the front of the class. It got louder as all the class took it up and I stepped out into the corridor where the door was ajar and I could see in.

 

The moment I stepped out the hum stopped. It was our thing, our little call of unity when one of us got into trouble to let them know it was ok and everyone was behind them.

 

I stood against the wall for a minute cursing myself for not grabbing my bag with my cigarettes in it. As I debated walking back in and grabbing my bag I pulled out a lump from my pocket. It was my little round grey plastecine ball (like play dough) . I always had it in my pocket to keep my self busy while Mr. Gaunt droned on day after day. I stated modeling shapes and then sticking them on the door where the rest of the kids could see them but Mr. Gaunt couldn't. Each new creation bought a fit of stifled giggles as they tried to keep straight faces and pretend they were absorbed in his speech.

 

By now he was lecturing again on how if we all learned our math we could become rocket scientists and accountants. I, being me, of course began to model the obvious shape. A penis and balls. I carefully arranged them into a shape that looked a bit like a face and then revealed to the class what I had created on the door.

 

They erupted into a fit of laughter again. All of them were in hysterics, not so much by the "penis and balls" concept, but at the positioning because they could see what was going to happen next…. And it did……. Classically…..

 

By this time I was innocently standing on the other side of the corridor minding my own business. When the class erupted into giggles, Mr. Gaunt EMUED his way over to the door and threw it open yelling as he did so, "What is going on out here".

 

The class lost it at this point and absolutely squealed with laughter because what Mr. Gaunt didn't realize was, that as he opened the door my new molded shape was dangling right in front of his mouth.

 

Suddenly he looked down and saw it in horror. He froze and then screamed himself and went running off down the corridor which made everyone crack up even more. Just then the bell rang for end of class. Everyone was still laughing as they made their way out. We didn't see Mr. Gaunt around the school for a week or so after that and things were never the same but that was a good thing.

 

We got a new maths teacher who actually taught Math. A few weeks later, Mr. Gaunt left teaching and joined the priesthood. No I am not joking he seriously did join the priethood and that made perfect sense to me because he didn't cut it as a teacher…. And as for me.. I am always in trouble… just the depth varies

Me cutting up the raw chicken for that nights dinner to throw in the pan.
Shayla, 7 walks up and pokes the chicken
"What's that"
"It's Chicken Breast", I answered.
Shayla pokes the chicken breast again and screws her nose up.
"Does it still have milk in it?"

Extra Moon In Photo's ? Picture Weirdness

I take a lot of shots of sunsets and sunrises and last night I was out taking photos just on sunset of the moon and pink clouds.

I was amazed when after one shot I had an image that was not there and then when I came inside to stick the images on my computer I was shocked and flabbergasted at the image.







These shots are of the moon. The moon is rising in the East. I was taking the photo pointing due east.


Then I turned around to capture some nice clouds on the mountaintop facing due west and then I took the below image standing in the same spot as I took the eastern moon images but now facing due north northwest. This is the first one I took. Nothing unusual. I wasn't going to take any more from this angle because I wasn't happy with the pictures but then decided to take a couple more.




Now for the amazing shot that still has me shaking my head. I know my camera. I know how to take pictures I know what a smudge on the camera looks like, I know what rising smoke looks like and I know what reflections look like.




But this is the moon..........In my shot taken facing north north west and yet the moon was behind me to the backside of my head rising in the east? How is this so. Check the cloud formations in this pic and the one before....

I have just shaken my head and put it down to "the unexplainable".
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I took more images, in fact when I saw that come up in the lcd prevew screen I went snap mad and pointed the camera all over the sky trying to reproduce the effect...but I couldn't


I have had the photo examined by many many people and photography experts and no one can explain or even come close to explaining just what the heck is in the photo and how it happened.

Some of the comments I have received over the pics

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There is absolutely no evidence these photos have been edited or faked.
It is clear that the bottom picture is not round like the top one..
Whatever it is. It is THERE.
Hr>
That is some strange photo Mayet.

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I wonder, could it be a reflection off of something? What I do not know. Electrochromatic cloaking device showing you what was behind you instead of what was behind it?

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I think that both shots show, if you look carefully, that:
a) they were taken in pretty much the same spot, except the second one the camera was tilted up just slightly more
b) the clouds have moved just slightly to the left in the second one. It seems to me that the true order of the sequence of the shots could be more or less proven if a weather station or service could verify the proper direction the clouds should have been moving in from that vantage point on that night.
In the high res image, I also saw an unusual section of blocks if you zoom way in on the lower portion of the light. The colors don't seem to be contiguous with the rest of the blocks in the image at that high a zoom. Just not sure what it means, could be a camera malfunction...

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That light looks to be within the stratosphear not out in space.

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Its interesting, I really have no explanation on how you could achieve such an effect.

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You just happened to be fortunate enough to get a mothership on film..
This is what empathetically came to me when I viewed it.
I am a photofinishing engineer, and I must discount spots or any other thing..
Knowing they are coming, it does not surprise me..hang on to them and get an enlargement if you can..or crop it down

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Well in my opinion, it doesn't look exactly like the moon in the other pictures. None of those "trails" comming off of it.

Which leads me to a few reasons: One you put it there, which I wouldn't believe because I've seen your posts and you come off as a very creadible person, but I had to throw it out there anyways; another is its a bug or dust that had floated in front of the lens; like someone had already said, a reflection of a space object such as a satellite, but I wouldn't think it would be that large of an object; its an ORB!; its something we can't explain and is a true mystery.

Hope we find out what it is though

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Could it have been a reflection? But then again the sun and moon can come out at both the same time, it happens alot. Butyou said that there was nothing there, maybe a reflection off a satelite?

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There has to be an explaination to it.

When I was at the shore in the summer, we saw a very big, almost red moon over the ocean, but the moon was behind us, was there for a good hour. Tons of people were outside staring.

Chalk it up to strange atmospheric phenomena? Who knows..

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Could there have been some dust on the lens? Could your camera been affected by freak electro-magnetic waves?

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Maybe there's two moons orbiting our planet but one's hidden by an optical illusion?

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Maybe it's NOT the moon. And all that implies...

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I'm from Melbourne (Australia) and a while ago I saw another moon too, but it was red and so low that it was behind peoples houses. This was about 9 o'clock at night.

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Look, it's not a second moon: Mayet, surely you looked at the sky with your naked eyes while taking these right? And you didn't see that light in that direction, right? So this 'moon' must have been spinning at the speed of light across the sky for it to be there one moment and then gone the next (in which case the image would have a drag-blur). So it must be either a camera malfunction (picture amalgamation or something) or it is something that the camera could see but not the naked eye, or it was a ufo flying about.

Whatever it may be, I do not believe Mayet to be faking this... it is intriging

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Mystery Object Obits Earth
New Moon In Orbit
Second Moon

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fter looking at those pictures, I was just as flabergasted, but I have a theory of what it might have been.
An Iridium flare, certain satelites use Iridium, I believe as a fuel to reposition themselves in there orbit, I saw one once, it looked very resemblatory to the picture.
Also, I believe I read someone said that ina photo enhancement program, the "orb" had a square in it, now I dont claim to know anything about photo editing, but I do know about satelites, and alot of satelites are square cubicle in shape, so that could evidence of it being a satelites Iridium flare.

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if it is a ufo, which i firmly believe, could the lights on the bottom be some electromagnetic source (saw a sci fi special last week on how some people believed ufo propulsion is electromagnetic)??

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this sure looks a lot like a big blueish ball of light i saw hovering over hilltops in Turkey back in 1994 i think. At that time i was very aware its extraterrestrial and people around me were dead frozen staring at it. Nobody remembered seeing anything unusual when it was gone....like if somebody turned up a big reflector in the sky

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this sure looks a lot like a big blueish ball of light i saw hovering over hilltops in Turkey back in 1994 i think. At that time i was very aware its extraterrestrial and people around me were dead frozen staring at it. Nobody remembered seeing anything unusual when it was gone....like if somebody turned up a big reflector in the sky

It seems you are not alone: many more people are seeing a large mystery light source in the sky -some describe it as a "mothership" I believe.
I am very skeptical that something strange is happening. Though having said that; you never know. Perhaps you can cross check your experience with that what others claim they have experienced.
There is even an account of someone in the Philipines that has also seen that big light source.

Normally I am not really into the paranormal or strange phenomenas. I stumbled across that thread/board by coincidence a few weeks ago. I am skeptical something weird is really happening, but (again) who knows?

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FWIW, I don't believe you PS'd it, and I've also read enough of your stuff to know you wouldn't be pulling our chains on this. I know you said you were outside, which entirely discounts this theory, but it really looks to me like a reflection of an interior light on a window.

It looks too big to me to be anything off of a satellite, and it's too circular to be a meteorite (unless it's coming right at you...), and there's no trail of any kind. In the large image you linked to earlier, there is a slightly larger "blur" of the light on the top-right side of it, which leads me to believe that the object (or your camera) was moving towards the lower-left, even if very slightly. Other than that, if it's moving it must be moving quite slowly or you have a high shutter speed on your camera (don't know what the normal rate is on a digital cam...)

I'd have to go with either the cam malfunction for a "normal" theory, or an object that's somehow "cloaked" for a more out-there idea. Something that bright would've been noticed before you took the picture.

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Thank you for the response, put me in the mothership gang.
We have been asking and talking about dis-closure for decades and when/if one gets an image of one, it is debunked.
IMO, this is just the tip of the iceberg of what will be an enmasse showing/landing.
If I were an alien, I would make it so clear that nobody could declare they are getting closer and have no intentions of harming the true believers,,

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I will put Pics here for your perusal with kind Mayet's permission.
These have been cropped very closely, no color correction, gamma nor contrast has been done..Raw crop only.

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http://www.rejectz.com/untouchedsun.jpg
Untouched at Sunset The large form of the pic above

Final Chapter

The Roo's Revenge
(Part's 1, 2 and 3 in the week's archives)

Fast forward eleven years to now, I am living in a rural town instead of a farm so I don't rescue native animals and care for them, besides that my own brood needs enough rescuing to keep an army occupied fulltime.

My birth mother live a few hours away on a cotton property and amazingly she rescues Kangaroos and visits us often with her baby Joey. It reminds me of Jessie and each time the Joey comes the bittersweet melancholy of past times comes with it. To watch it feed greedily from it's bottle of Wombaroo, staring into her eyes with love and trust and then to watch her snuggle it own in it's beach bag brings back the memories so sharp, they run like videos through my mind.

Why do people say one thing and do something else

Why do people cheat

Why are People False

Why Do People Lie

All year long Santa is busy
watching all the girls and boys
working out which children
are deserving of Santa's toys

See Santa's toys aren't plastic
or the flesh and blood you feel
Santa gift is spirit
for the soul to take to heal

But some of Santa's children
have so little deep inside
that any ray of sunshine
they feel they have to hide

but Santa learned a lesson
all those years ago
that a smile can beat the hatred
and make spirit waters flow