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Old Forest.

The conservationist turns to the economist and says,
“This old growth forest is sustaining the health of everyone’s fresh air.”
The lumber businessman turns to the economist and says,
“If I chop down that old forest, I’ll sell the lumber and use the money to go on holiday where the air is fresh.”
The farmer turns to the economist and says,
“If the forest is chopped down, I’ll buy the land and plant potatoes, which grow and make profit, and then I’ll go on holiday where the air is fresh.”
The economist looks at the group who are talking at them and says,
“I’m not wasting my air listening to you mob for free, it’s $1000 per hour to present your wealth creation ideas to me.”


The conservationist guffaws and slaps their face, then says,
“People, if all the forests get chopped down, there won’t be any fresh air at any holiday place.”
The lumber businessman, farmer and economist bash the conservationist to death and smile as they agree,
“Well now that conservationist is dead there is more fresh air for the lot of us, so let’s apply for rights to chop down the old forest.”
In the dark shadows of the old growth forest an indigenous magician smiles whilst they think,
“In another thousand or so years all the trees will be cut down and then I won’t have to keep coming back to life as those damned old trees, getting tickled by the critters crawling all over me is so frustrating.”
An ant agrees with their ant work mate that it’s all quite perplexing and they both get back to work on aerating their nest.

Back at the secret womans’ site, the three wives of the indigenous magician sit around a small smoking fire. The eldest one, currently living in the youngest body speaks,
“This argument has gone on long enough, when we planted that forest all those millennia ago, He told me He preferred a desert there and looks like He’s going to get his way in about a 1000 years.”
The oldest looking one nods her head in agreement as she indicates,
“Time flies so quickly here on Earth, can we get back to the dreaming now?”
The middle aged one, the wisest of the three in these matters speaks,
“Not so hastily girls, those ants make a good point, let’s feel about that for a while.”


The Minka Bird perched on a nearby branch sharpens its’ beak, recalling the taste of ant.

by david jarvis spring day 14, 2022.

Tales of the Minka Bird : Old Forest, by david jarvis spring day 14 2022.
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When You’re Ready! by david jarvis 2022.

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Act 4, scene 1.

Twenty seven people stand excitedly talking amongst themselves, males, females, all adults, from twenty somethings right through to elders of this suburban area.

They are gathered at a local council park, and amongst the trees and shrubs of this australian landscape is our main characters. Four people, all males.

Two fighters, one referee, and one announcer.

The fighters are both older men, one in his fifties, another in his sixties, they look worn and weathered, one is clearly overweight and moving slower, but still looking ready to fight in his long sleeve shirt. The other is fit, in boxing shorts and without a top, he is the skins, the other is the shirts, these men have no names for this contest is a nameless grudge match.

The announcer steps around holding his face upwards, speaking outwards to the crowd of onlookers. The referee in polo shirt is older than the fighters and looks calm and stern as he examines each fighter’s body for weapons, which are against the rules of this bare fisted fight.

“When you’re ready!” shouts the announcer.

“Ladies and gentlemen of all ages and colours, we have two prize fighters here for you in this august park in the majestic area of Mountain Woofer. On my left side is the esteemed old man, on my right side is the young contender. The old man has fought more battles than any other bare handed, bare knuckled, spitting warrior for a hundred kilometres, he has over come women, dogs, crocodiles, kangaroos and most recently annihilated a wombat with only one rock and one throw of that heavy rock. I present to yourselves – NO ONE!”

The crowd get louder, clapping their hands, raising their fists, shouting out “no one, no one”, the noise of the twenty seven spectators does not echo, it roars and birds squawk from the overhanging gum trees as they launch themselves into the sky, startled into flight.

“People of all prosperities, I present to yourselves, the young contender. This young male has only a few fights under his belt from the local pub, he carries no trophies, his body bares few scars, his pretty boy face has never felt the pain of a broken jaw bone, and he is so pathetic he still has all his teeth. When this young whippersnapper walks down the street, nobody recognises him, he is not worthy to wear the long sleeve shirt of esteem, thus he is shirtless, baring his naked skin for the ladies to enjoy the view of this soft flesh of the YOUNG CONTENDER KNOWN FOREVER MORE AS NO ONE!”

The crowd continue to be loud, they stamp their feet, clap their hands and cry out jeers to welcome the young contender. One woman shouts out raunchily,

“Rip his shorts off too! Make the soft cock fight naked.”

The young contender smiles a sardonic grin, and the referee waves his hands, indicating NO by shaking his head side to side.

The two fighters step up towards the referee who speaks up as the crowd’s noise quietens, for the fight is about to begin.

“I am your referee today gentlemen, please obey all my instructions. If your opponent becomes unconscious, don’t murder him. If your opponent seeks to run away, let the coward run. If you are inclined to stomp the groin whilst he’s down, you are welcome to! Shake hands if you choose to do so.”

The young contender reaches out his left hand to offer to shake the veterans hand, and the old man slaps it away and spits on the ground, clearly steeling himself to the approaching hardship.

The men begin bouncing, shaking their bodies in manly threat displays.

ding ding ding, chimes the time keeper.

The fighters approach each other, moving carefully, snapping their hands forward to get their bodies moving. Left foot forward, left fist forward. They circle each other, and the old man steps in with a quick movement, his right fist snakes out and connects on the cheek of the young contender who smiles as the first cut of the day opens on his fresh face.

“Hit him again!” cries out the horny woman.

The young contender continues smiling as the old man steps backwards, retreating a bit towards the horny woman, the young contenders steps forwards half a step.

The old man steps forward quickly and swings with a left again. The young contender sees it coming, his hands reach out and grab the left forearm of the old man, pulls him forward off balance, and their heads collide as the young man tilts his forehead into the face of the old man, whose nose spilts wide open and immediately begins fountaining blood.

The crowd goes silent, that is an uncommon move they’ve not seen before, no one else has ever grabbed the old man’s forearm when he jabs.

The old man breaks free of the grip by twisting his forearm and pulling down, then rotates around behind the younger contender, and punches him in the back.

Again the crowd get louder. But the young contender is hard, and he rotates himself again, this time dropping down onto one knee using the kidney punch momentum to quicken his rotation, and down on that one knee he punches the old man right in the balls, then pushes him backwards with both hands.

The old mans’ breath exhales hard, the crowd moan in shared pain, and the old man sinks backwards a step and drops downwards onto his butt now at similar head height as the young contender, but about 1 metre away with legs facing towards his opponent.

On his knees the young contender knee walks forward and straddles the old man whom is still falling and grabs the old mans shoulders, head butting him again on the nose. The old man’s face goes blank, his eyes roll backwards but the young contender is still holding his shoulders, and draws him in for another head butt. Mounting the old man the young contender has already won the fight as the old man is unconscious.

Smash. Smash. The young contender is repeatedly smashing his forehead into the nose of the old man whom is now being manipulated at will, by the man on top.

The ref dives between the two and puts his body between the two no names, back facing the young contender, whose eyes notice the ref’s back in his face, lets go of the old man, and stands up, face covered in no one else’s blood.

He looks around at the crowd whom are silent.

He meets the horny womans eyes and pulls down his shorts and grabs his dick in his hand.

“You wanted to see it, here it is!”

The announcer steps up to the young contender.

“Ladies and gentlemen, inside the first round we have a decision, this is NO ONE and he has won the contest by knock out and is now our local council’s new bloody champion. Take a photo ladies, quick before he pulls his shorts back up!”

The camera peels away from the announcers face next to the victorious fighter, towards the womans’ eyes which are clearly looking at the now proud dick held in hand, the camera pans away to discover the ref attending to the old man who is lying down limp and bleeding profusely whilst his head is being cradled.

The crowd roar in the background and the last image is of a little raven watching from its perch on a stone wall nearby.

Little Raven Perched, by david jarvis.
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Pearls to Pigs, what a waste!

Proverbs 11:22. Like a gold ring in the snout of a pig is a beautiful woman who rejects good sense.

What about a steel ring in her snout then?

Job 28:18. Coral and crystal are not worthy of mention, for a bagful of wisdom is worth more than one full of pearls.

Matthew 13:46. Upon finding one pearl of high value, he went away and promptly sold all the things he had and bought it.

Matthew 7:6. Do not give what is holy to dogs nor throw your pearls before swine, so that they may never trample them under their feet and turn around and rip you open.

Revelation 17:4. The woman was clothed in purple and scarlet, and she was adorned with gold and precious stones and pearls, and she had in her hand a golden cup that was full of disgusting things and the unclean things of her sexual immorality.

A golden cup filled with disgusting things, image off amazon by bigmouth inc.

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Do you ever just know something is truth, pure wonderful truth, that works for yourself and everyone else whom uses that truth?

Then along comes someone who is struggling under some burden and you feel for them, you feel for them enough to share this pure and wonderful truth, that you truly know will assist this struggling person by relieving their struggles, by uplifting them. So you give them that pearl of wisdom you know, and they hate you for it! They reject the pearl given and resent the gift and the giver and scorn the person, openly and behind their back also. They twist and warp what was given to make it look valueless and useless.

They might try it just the once and then say “No doesn’t work, I’m not doing that.”, or maybe they seem to consider it but choose to not actually use it. Or, maybe they openly reject the advise and attack the position, and then go and use it in private, secretly making it their own from then onwards and never give the originator any credit for the pearl that was given freely. It was a gift, after all some might think, they gave it freely, so I will profit from that gift and still resent that they are the originator. It’s so damned good I wish I’d thought of it, better not share the name of the originator or I won’t get any work and they will.

It is one thing to accept the gift freely and say thank you, quite another thing to hate the gift and the giver, yet still use that gift for ones own benefit.

What am I describing?

Pride. Selfish pride. Rejection of pity.

I do not need you, nor do I want your pearls, I reject you openly and refuse to benefit from your gifted pearl of knowledge and I steal your thunder, take your idea that you gifted and I twist it for evil intent. I oppose you, for you are too good, you seem too wise, you are too pretty, too smart, too caring, you shame me by appearing so much better than me. Who are you to think I need any help or pity from you?

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Opposition to the Goodness of Submission : Photo by Sergey Katyshkin on Pexels.com

Out Satan, I cast you out! Begone damned spot, blood on my hands, an ocean of water could not wash away this bloody spot. Macbeth by Shakespeare, go read it.

Or are you humble enough to accept the pearl, say thank you for the gift, cherish the other for their provided knowledge, acknowledge the good that comes from their pity upon your wretched existence? Accept that their way is indeed superior to what you did previously, acknowledge they indeed do know better than you knew previously – but now you are uplifted, and now you, yourself know better too, for you accept the pearl and you are thus revealed as not-a-pig.

Things that people say to tear the others down, building themselves up in comparison.

He thinks his shit don’t stink.

She’s only pretty because of all that make up.

They got rich because daddy gave them a head start.

He just got lucky, he’s not actually that good.

What a fluke that shot was.

She’s a natural. He’s a natural.

She gave head jobs to the owner to get that promotion.

He brown noses so that the CEO will like him and give them the best roles.

S/He makes mistakes, how pathetic.

She gossips about other people and always puts them down.

You are being condescending.

Consider Rudyard Kiplings, “If” for more poetry about avoiding the pitfalls of the negativity bias.

Can you submit to authority? And thus become an authority yourself? Can you contribute to culture? Are you cancelling just to virtue signal? Do you think you are wise? Are you willing to be just a fool?

If you think that you are already brilliant – how can you improve? What is there left to do?

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Coal or Diamond : Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
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Diamond or Coal : Photo by say straight on Pexels.com

Wither. Rip out the weeds of your contentedness. I am a wretch, an imperfect fool.

Be so discontent with your lot, that you do as Jimmy Barnes of Cold Chisel sings…

“I don’t mind taking charity from those I despise, baby I don’t need your love.”

I recall that was written after Cold Chisel failed to hit it big in America, and they came home and worked onwards and upwards to became even bigger in Australia.

Baby I don’t need your love. Is one response, to reject their rejection.

Why despise anyone anyways?

If they don’t want your gifts or labor, walk away, you don’t need their love, nor their respect, have your own self respect without disrespecting the one whom rejects yourself. If you NEED them, that is because you are so poor you are indeed not worthy enough to be giving away gifts.

I accept your rejection, I will go back to doing my own thing and keep at it. If you come back to me later on, so be it, otherwise, all is fine anyway.

Be contributive even in the absence of love. I encourage you to have a go, make your own decision. I did not fluke this. I am not a natural, I worked and struggled and overcame every obstacle to get to this position. I fell down many many times, and each time I got back up. We fall, only to rise again. Pride comes BEFORE the fall, and after the fall, comes humility and then we rise. I made so many errors that I cannot even tell you them all – and each one of them I went back and corrected and thus I improved incrementally. I am free.

From rock bottom the only way is up.

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Where the air is rarified, rock bottom, better come back up : Photo by Daniel Torobekov on Pexels.com

I respect you enough to give you the time and space to make your own damned mistakes. I’m going to keep my pearls for the ones whom show me they care enough to not trample the values I have, or attack whom I am.

Baby, I only need to love myself. Not a gloating kind of love, a caring kind of love. Not a show boat self adulation kind of “love”, but a self respecting and dignified love. I am competent, that’s enough for me thank you.

If you want to steal my pearls and use them as your own and curse me behind my back, I surmise that karma / god / or my friends will notice and respond appropriately.

******

“Dad, do you want your thunder back? You was right all along, can I come home now please?”

“Sure thing Son, but stay the fuck out of my garden. Your mother tells me she has left the dishes for you, probably a good idea to attend to them before cleaning up your bedroom.”

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Dirty Dishes, clean them yourself : Photo by Gary Barnes on Pexels.com

Onwards and upwards, by david jarvis 28th may 2022.

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