man, yesterday rocked me.
went and saw matisyahu at the roundhouse in sydney... (in case you dont know who that is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NI3hPcAu2zk or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-C74ovvhwY) but before that concert at 7 pm,
there was a whole other adventure...
feel free to not read said adventure...
its more me wanting to share an experience...
but it may not be that interesting to anyone else...
and thats cool...
so my day started insanely early. say around 5ish
walked from my mates house to hamilton station to check the train times.
the one i was after didnt come till 6.
so had some time to kill.
my fav cafe was oddly enough actually open
i should take u there one day
its called suspension
i had a damn good pot of chai... yummy
then chatted to this lady who couldnt find any where to sit as it was rather packed for such an early time of the morning and i offered her the spot next to me on the lounge (yes this cafe has lounges! woo!)
so we talked for a bit and found out why on earth we were awake so early and in a cafe drinking chai...
she was cool.
we parted ways and i got on the train.
i put my head phones in and put on 'this will destroy you...'
and true to their name destroy me it did.
i have been thinking (again) on alot of topics...
namely poverty...
in all its hideous glory...
and in its many forms, namely urban poverty.
this will destroy you, the music played at my spirit and lifted me to a place i have not been for along time.
i saw things in a way i have not done in a while.
i saw the people on the train as glorious and beloved children and i wept
on the train
for no reason at all...
i felt the hearts or at least i think i did, of those around me...
i felt a deep love for those near me...
i felt the heart of the living God...
and i wept...
i thought about the things that have been dancing in my mind.
many quotes about poverty..
this one more so then any other... "
"The idea that there is enough for everyone to live at our standard of livin, or that we are rich because of hard work and Gods blessing or favor, or that poverty is due to the failures of the poor... all these are cruel myths devised by a system seeikin to justify its theft from the poor"
while i know that the way we live is not sustainable and it skrews over so many people...
and im trying hard to fight the system and the way i live in order to change that...
at the end of the day... the poor is not my problem... i am theirs...
i thought of my friends in poverty
i thought of my family in povery
i thought about the stories chad has told me of thailand
i thought of the stories dam has told me of south africa
i thought if the stories jep told me of india...
and i wept...
after a while these thoughts went away and i was lost in the beautiful sounds of 'this will destroy you'
i got to sydney at 9ish
got off the train and just started walking, with the music still in my ears and in my soul.
go to hyde park and sat down and watched people for a bit...
i loved it
i just got to sit out of life for a bit, almost not exist...
just watch
see people doing their thang
business people rushing too work
or drinking a coffee on the go
school kids mucking around and doin their thang
lots of lovers...
loving on each other...
lots of 'have a good day at work' kisses...
made me happy...
and loved being alive even more
i saw alot of things...
next thing i knew it was 11...
so i got up and walked around...
headed toward my old stompin ground of newtown.
found graffiti corner and read the things people had added since last time i left my mark.
made me happy
and love the counter culture that is coming up from the street.
left a few words in perm marker and kept on...
walked to my old place, the glorious and free 'house of lesbian'
sat out the front and ate some goji berries... yummy.
could hear some voices inside
couldnt pick whos but it brought a smile to my spirit
it made me happy
i got up and left and headed back into the city.
on my way in i took off my head phones and listened fully to the sounds of the street
and felt the beat
and the rhythm
and started talking to some school kids who turns out were skipping school
we chatted about alot of things in the short time we were together
and they were awesome...
i wrote them each a few lines on stickers i had in my bag and we parted ways
i then saw a punk chick
she made me happy
in her rebellion of the system
she had a dora the explorer back pack
we had chat about life and we ended up at centre point tower
she felt comfortable enough to give me a hug and say it was really great meeting you...
funny thing...
i thought i was the one who was blessed by the meeting...
it was getting close to 3, and rob and emma were getting into sydney at around 3:30-4ish so i started back toward central.
i got sided tracked by some older fellas in a side ally sitting and drinkin some booze of some kind...
i assumed they were either homeless or not going to well...
i hide my bag in a tree, took off my shoes and went and asked if i could join them
they drunkedly said sure thing! whats your name boy?
we talked for half hour or so and had a great time.
made me happy
got up and left
meet rob and emma at the station and then we bummed around and got some lunch.
emma asked me about what i do and how i started talking to strangers. and that she is keen to learn it. we chatted on that for a bit about how beautiful and how much of priviledge it is to hear someones story, its not something we can take lightly or as a rite... to hear someones story is a gift and then to be able to speak into their lives is a honour and thus must be treated with a deep respect...
haha it was cool, during the rest of the day, she would at times dissappear to talk to some stranger and say hello and see how they are... was awesome
it made me happy
next we meet up with connan and eliza at around 6ish
and jump on a bus to the roundhouse and get out groove on to the beats of matisyahu
had a ball, heard from God, had a holy moment tried some strange kind of beer and go my photo taken with some random fella.... good nite all in all.
to skip part of the story, missed the bus we needed to catch and so walked to the train station, and had some japanese at 1 am...
then hung in the station for a bit...
i saw people sleepin in there...
they were homeless...
they were dirty...
and im sure smelt...
and they were people that others stepped over...
i sat and i wrote this
"more and more i long to bail on the upper room... i want to sink into the sea of humanity... to stand with the poor, the outcast, the dispossessed, destitute, despised, the lowly, the down right hated, the homeless, the addict, the ones with the foot upon their necks... these are who i want to be seen with... and more so been seen as. this is where i see Jesus... this is where i see the heart of God... this is where i want to be"
as i looked around i thought of my time on the street... and my time sleepin in this same train station...
which is a story i havent told many people...
it came about when i was living in sydney and my house mates and i would hang with the homeless fellas in the city and chat and talk and share stories...
one day one fella (who was homeless because he had nervous breakdown after his wife died and only felt sane on the street) said to sally and i "i love how you guys (meaning sally i and our house mates) come hang with us, and we really enjoy your company... but you are not one of us... you will never be one of us and you will never get it... you have more insight then alot of people but at the end of the day... you go home... we are home... you got to a bed... we go to a thin matress and a old blanket... you open your fridge... we eat what you throw out... so thank you for being with us, but never think ur one of us"
tore me to shreds...
i knew it was true and never did i think i was homesless but i thought i stood with them, that i had some authority to speak on their behalf... and while i had seen alot... i knew nothing... i had no authority, i had no rite... i was a 19 year old kid that thought he knew something... i was wrong...
sally and i talked about it alot.
and we decided to live on the street for period of time... we coined out 3 months...
after a month sally pulled out... it was too much...
and too dangerous. she said that if not for me she would have pulled out before she started due to fear... and in no way do i blame her... im a 6 foot hairy guy... and was scared every nite... with out fail... she is a beautiful young skinny small blonde girl...
i lasted the 3 months... only just... and i was a wreck... i was bashed at a few times, showered only a few times a fornight, slept in terrible places and ate from bins (not that is change for me i have done that for a while). i heard so many amazing and sad stories... i saw how people live... people in a wealthy country... live... broke me man
the worst part is... i was never homeless...
i was kid living on the street by choice... i could go home anytime i wanted...
if it got too bad i could go visit any one of the people i know in the city for a shower and nice meal...
in the end i had an out
i had an escape...
i still was not where they are...
i learnt so much from those months but i still know nothing...
haha i could still go home to a nice warm safe bed if i wanted to.
i hate that my life style adds to the suffering of poor, and that im so stuck in it
that im such a part of the problem
that im on a computer worth 2 grand, that was made from resources that came from a country that cant support its own people
that i have money to spend purely on entertainment... when my own family up home cant even afford food some nites
that i have friends that have no were to sleep and i always have some where to go
that i am never alone... when others have no one...
so i am thinkin about going on the street again...
i was talking to helene about this and she asked what i hope to achieve from doing this... and honestly nothing...
i talked to emily about it and her thoughts were... but how will i hang out with u? hehe followed by but if u want to... then do it... she loves me
and i talked to seamus about it and he said that the issue is that unless i really do lose it all then really im just as that fella said just a faker (again)... which is true
i so want to let go of what i own...
but im scared..
and im not ready...
but i hope i am soon...
as that is what im feelin my life heading too
i talked to emily about that tonite...
that i feel my life heading more and more toward poverty...
and she said... i know... and i knew when i first started dating you... and i will go with you...
made me happy...
love you man... sorry for the email but thank you for hearing out my crazy thoughts and there is no reason to this email, no lesson no hidden message.... just the accounts of one hippys day in the city that he loves...
marc
found this too.... gosh Charities slam Hobo chic during GFC | The Daily Telegraph
went and saw matisyahu at the roundhouse in sydney... (in case you dont know who that is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NI3hPcAu2zk or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-C74ovvhwY) but before that concert at 7 pm,
there was a whole other adventure...
feel free to not read said adventure...
its more me wanting to share an experience...
but it may not be that interesting to anyone else...
and thats cool...
so my day started insanely early. say around 5ish
walked from my mates house to hamilton station to check the train times.
the one i was after didnt come till 6.
so had some time to kill.
my fav cafe was oddly enough actually open
i should take u there one day
its called suspension
i had a damn good pot of chai... yummy
then chatted to this lady who couldnt find any where to sit as it was rather packed for such an early time of the morning and i offered her the spot next to me on the lounge (yes this cafe has lounges! woo!)
so we talked for a bit and found out why on earth we were awake so early and in a cafe drinking chai...
she was cool.
we parted ways and i got on the train.
i put my head phones in and put on 'this will destroy you...'
and true to their name destroy me it did.
i have been thinking (again) on alot of topics...
namely poverty...
in all its hideous glory...
and in its many forms, namely urban poverty.
this will destroy you, the music played at my spirit and lifted me to a place i have not been for along time.
i saw things in a way i have not done in a while.
i saw the people on the train as glorious and beloved children and i wept
on the train
for no reason at all...
i felt the hearts or at least i think i did, of those around me...
i felt a deep love for those near me...
i felt the heart of the living God...
and i wept...
i thought about the things that have been dancing in my mind.
many quotes about poverty..
this one more so then any other... "
"The idea that there is enough for everyone to live at our standard of livin, or that we are rich because of hard work and Gods blessing or favor, or that poverty is due to the failures of the poor... all these are cruel myths devised by a system seeikin to justify its theft from the poor"
while i know that the way we live is not sustainable and it skrews over so many people...
and im trying hard to fight the system and the way i live in order to change that...
at the end of the day... the poor is not my problem... i am theirs...
i thought of my friends in poverty
i thought of my family in povery
i thought about the stories chad has told me of thailand
i thought of the stories dam has told me of south africa
i thought if the stories jep told me of india...
and i wept...
after a while these thoughts went away and i was lost in the beautiful sounds of 'this will destroy you'
i got to sydney at 9ish
got off the train and just started walking, with the music still in my ears and in my soul.
go to hyde park and sat down and watched people for a bit...
i loved it
i just got to sit out of life for a bit, almost not exist...
just watch
see people doing their thang
business people rushing too work
or drinking a coffee on the go
school kids mucking around and doin their thang
lots of lovers...
loving on each other...
lots of 'have a good day at work' kisses...
made me happy...
and loved being alive even more
i saw alot of things...
next thing i knew it was 11...
so i got up and walked around...
headed toward my old stompin ground of newtown.
found graffiti corner and read the things people had added since last time i left my mark.
made me happy
and love the counter culture that is coming up from the street.
left a few words in perm marker and kept on...
walked to my old place, the glorious and free 'house of lesbian'
sat out the front and ate some goji berries... yummy.
could hear some voices inside
couldnt pick whos but it brought a smile to my spirit
it made me happy
i got up and left and headed back into the city.
on my way in i took off my head phones and listened fully to the sounds of the street
and felt the beat
and the rhythm
and started talking to some school kids who turns out were skipping school
we chatted about alot of things in the short time we were together
and they were awesome...
i wrote them each a few lines on stickers i had in my bag and we parted ways
i then saw a punk chick
she made me happy
in her rebellion of the system
she had a dora the explorer back pack
we had chat about life and we ended up at centre point tower
she felt comfortable enough to give me a hug and say it was really great meeting you...
funny thing...
i thought i was the one who was blessed by the meeting...
it was getting close to 3, and rob and emma were getting into sydney at around 3:30-4ish so i started back toward central.
i got sided tracked by some older fellas in a side ally sitting and drinkin some booze of some kind...
i assumed they were either homeless or not going to well...
i hide my bag in a tree, took off my shoes and went and asked if i could join them
they drunkedly said sure thing! whats your name boy?
we talked for half hour or so and had a great time.
made me happy
got up and left
meet rob and emma at the station and then we bummed around and got some lunch.
emma asked me about what i do and how i started talking to strangers. and that she is keen to learn it. we chatted on that for a bit about how beautiful and how much of priviledge it is to hear someones story, its not something we can take lightly or as a rite... to hear someones story is a gift and then to be able to speak into their lives is a honour and thus must be treated with a deep respect...
haha it was cool, during the rest of the day, she would at times dissappear to talk to some stranger and say hello and see how they are... was awesome
it made me happy
next we meet up with connan and eliza at around 6ish
and jump on a bus to the roundhouse and get out groove on to the beats of matisyahu
had a ball, heard from God, had a holy moment tried some strange kind of beer and go my photo taken with some random fella.... good nite all in all.
to skip part of the story, missed the bus we needed to catch and so walked to the train station, and had some japanese at 1 am...
then hung in the station for a bit...
i saw people sleepin in there...
they were homeless...
they were dirty...
and im sure smelt...
and they were people that others stepped over...
i sat and i wrote this
"more and more i long to bail on the upper room... i want to sink into the sea of humanity... to stand with the poor, the outcast, the dispossessed, destitute, despised, the lowly, the down right hated, the homeless, the addict, the ones with the foot upon their necks... these are who i want to be seen with... and more so been seen as. this is where i see Jesus... this is where i see the heart of God... this is where i want to be"
as i looked around i thought of my time on the street... and my time sleepin in this same train station...
which is a story i havent told many people...
it came about when i was living in sydney and my house mates and i would hang with the homeless fellas in the city and chat and talk and share stories...
one day one fella (who was homeless because he had nervous breakdown after his wife died and only felt sane on the street) said to sally and i "i love how you guys (meaning sally i and our house mates) come hang with us, and we really enjoy your company... but you are not one of us... you will never be one of us and you will never get it... you have more insight then alot of people but at the end of the day... you go home... we are home... you got to a bed... we go to a thin matress and a old blanket... you open your fridge... we eat what you throw out... so thank you for being with us, but never think ur one of us"
tore me to shreds...
i knew it was true and never did i think i was homesless but i thought i stood with them, that i had some authority to speak on their behalf... and while i had seen alot... i knew nothing... i had no authority, i had no rite... i was a 19 year old kid that thought he knew something... i was wrong...
sally and i talked about it alot.
and we decided to live on the street for period of time... we coined out 3 months...
after a month sally pulled out... it was too much...
and too dangerous. she said that if not for me she would have pulled out before she started due to fear... and in no way do i blame her... im a 6 foot hairy guy... and was scared every nite... with out fail... she is a beautiful young skinny small blonde girl...
i lasted the 3 months... only just... and i was a wreck... i was bashed at a few times, showered only a few times a fornight, slept in terrible places and ate from bins (not that is change for me i have done that for a while). i heard so many amazing and sad stories... i saw how people live... people in a wealthy country... live... broke me man
the worst part is... i was never homeless...
i was kid living on the street by choice... i could go home anytime i wanted...
if it got too bad i could go visit any one of the people i know in the city for a shower and nice meal...
in the end i had an out
i had an escape...
i still was not where they are...
i learnt so much from those months but i still know nothing...
haha i could still go home to a nice warm safe bed if i wanted to.
i hate that my life style adds to the suffering of poor, and that im so stuck in it
that im such a part of the problem
that im on a computer worth 2 grand, that was made from resources that came from a country that cant support its own people
that i have money to spend purely on entertainment... when my own family up home cant even afford food some nites
that i have friends that have no were to sleep and i always have some where to go
that i am never alone... when others have no one...
so i am thinkin about going on the street again...
i was talking to helene about this and she asked what i hope to achieve from doing this... and honestly nothing...
i talked to emily about it and her thoughts were... but how will i hang out with u? hehe followed by but if u want to... then do it... she loves me
and i talked to seamus about it and he said that the issue is that unless i really do lose it all then really im just as that fella said just a faker (again)... which is true
i so want to let go of what i own...
but im scared..
and im not ready...
but i hope i am soon...
as that is what im feelin my life heading too
i talked to emily about that tonite...
that i feel my life heading more and more toward poverty...
and she said... i know... and i knew when i first started dating you... and i will go with you...
made me happy...
love you man... sorry for the email but thank you for hearing out my crazy thoughts and there is no reason to this email, no lesson no hidden message.... just the accounts of one hippys day in the city that he loves...
marc
found this too.... gosh Charities slam Hobo chic during GFC | The Daily Telegraph
