the side parts were socks I knitted but they belonged on my head not my feet

My Entry Into The Alice Beanie festival, is a "good yarns beanie" with a yarn here (where ever here is via the internet, right now, in Brisbane Australia)

first up here, the categories from the beanie festival mob at Alice: Beanies from the Heart - A Celebration of Friendship Friendship has been at the heart of the Alice Springs Beanie Festival for seventeen years. We want to honour the values of friendship including trust, loyalty, honesty, compassion and fun. We challenge all beanie makers to make a heartfelt beanie about friendship. Competition Categories 1 Good Yarns Beanie Depict a scene from your life or literature that tells a story of friendship. Shared passions, experiences, dance steps, and yarns. 2 HeARTfelt Think deeply about a quality you love in a friend and express it symbolically. 3 A Collaborative Beanie. Work collaboratively with a friend to create a beanie where your talents shine. If possible please send a picture of you and your friend. 4 The Other Best Friend. Many of us have connections with pets and animals. Celebrate your interspecies friendship! 5 Spirit of the Land A beanie that captures the story and spirit of the land we live in. 6 Natural Fibres Beanie For a fabulous beanie made with love from natural fibres, incorporating a great idea and skill. 7 The Eileen Bladon Tea-Cosy Prize Many friendships are strengthened over a cuppa. 8 The Central Australian Prize For an outstanding piece of work made by a local Centralian artist. 9 Ashfords Prize for Best Hand-felted Beanie Including wet felting, needle felting or knit and felt techniques. 10 Festival Committee Acquisition Prize For wonderful and unusual work. 11 The Robbie Beard Handspun Prize Prize for a work made with yarn handspun by the artist. 12 School Age Beanie Encouragement Prize For a school-aged beginner beanie maker. 13 School Age Beanie Prize For a school-aged advanced beanie maker. Beanie Competition and Exhibition: Gallery One, Araluen Galleries, Alice Springs Cultural Precinct, Larapinta Drive, Alice Springs. Open from Friday June 21- Sunday July 16 2013 Knitter’s name: Rebekah Beanie’s name: Beginner’s Luck Cost: fifty million somethings, from any old stranger, OR, it maybe freely given in gift, to who in medicine dreaming can find themselves in equality of reciprocal obligations with the knitter. How to know, is by wearing the beanie, and reading Mathew 18 from the Bible, out aloud, and any old men who can do, have won the story of my beanie. Materials: Coloured acrylic yarn; the knitter’s own hairs; found objects. These found objects are from the knitter’s own home, of things found mainly in the streets, including: an old chair spring; a little lego dude; two nappy pins; bristles from street sweeping trucks; a small glass jar; wires left behind by Telstra; a sort of frame of metal from in a security tag; two small shells from a decorative wrapping around the soap a charity gave away; a chicken wish bone; cane; bolt; plastic that had advertising on it; skin and fur of an animal that cars mashed up. About Beginner’s Luck: It is a Beanie with a story of what happened, when my family had platypus and echidna confused up. As well as being alike being a joke beanie, it is an Artefact, of hippie weird science, of the sort that a Romanian science professor, who studies Japanese Reiki spiritual practices, calls “bio-photonic resonator”. Bio-photonic resonators are sometimes used in complementary and alternative medicine when making a diagnosis, (sourcing the trouble), but there are examples of the excessive uses of also, therefore, please be careful. To use this one, place on the head, and read aloud from Mathew 18 in the Bible. GOOD LUCK. Here is an internet URL for more of the whole story. A YARN ABOUT NO SUCH LUCK, (no such luck as what but, as what, I darn not ask)!! (maybe weblog title, will be something or other alike, “it ought not be too funny, as this is no joke, but a legitimate entry into the Alice Springs Beanie Festival competition, . . . of a type of a story and yarn beanie, that is a joke beanie; yet as the joke might be, all entirely upon me, it is far less funny than it may at first, have seemed”) Once upon a time, I got given a job in community radio, down in Canberra, in 1987. I got shown the old transmitter made in the 1920’s. A giant piece of machinery, with huge transistors, that lit up like light bulbs through the windows. And a more modern transmitter only as big as a refrigerator. Then, in 1988, that site was burned, and a new transmitter arrived, only as big as a stereo amp. All three transmitters had the same antenna, a big tower in a field, on ceramic insulating spheres, protecting us all from it touching the equally important ground mat, a web of chicken wire buried in the field. The two parts of the antenna transmitting radio signals, ground and sky, could not touch. But between all three transmitters, (attached by wires to the two parts of the antenna, so inside these transmitters are also parts not allowed to be touching), between these transmitters and the wires going out into the antenna in the field, is something strange. It is a wooden board, with big pieces of wires in coils attached to it, that the signal needs travel through. Nobody knew how or why it worked, but its job is to prevent the transmitter from re-transmitting the signals of all the other radio stations that the antenna receives. The antenna sends out one signal, and receives many, but it need be stopped from sending out more than its own story. The radio technician tells me nobody knows how the wooden board with its coils of wires works, but it does. He said that once another technician had to fix it, and nobody knew how, so they played around and worked out by trial and error, what shapes to make the coils of wire, and what types of wires the board needed. About ten years later, I got given some old costume jewellery when my father’s Aunty passed away. It came from her mother, who I recall well. She and I got along very well indeed when I am about three, and she in her nineties. She understood me better than anybody else, I still remember. My mother told me none of the costume jewellery had any value, but I liked it anyway. I let my baby son and his two brothers play with. Then we noticed something special about a pendant on a chain. It had a shell, with metal coating the edge all the way around. Silver plating with gold plating on top, and something under the silver so the silver could stick to the shell. Inside the shell is a coil of wire, a transistor, embedded in resin. It worked the same as the wooden board with wires for the radio station, but it worked for a human body. I found myself having to begin my awakening because of it. At first, it frightened me quite a lot, because it magnified my own true mind, and let many other people receive me with more precision. At first, I could not be sure of myself about this, but, then when Warlbiri Yapa visited Canberra for the Baptist Convention, and I became included into Warlbiri Kinship, (maybe because I had attended Corroboree at Kurnell at 25th 26th January 1988, but had I no other friends who also attended the same Corroboree, who are close with me), I had to face how the shell could magnify me, and I made a choice to work at becoming a sharper thinker. After another ten years, I had learned the only way to think well is by keeping good postures in the body, and I started experimenting making things out of coils of wire and shells and stones and sticks. I wanted to achieve no more than holding myself down into my own witnessing of the world and of myself. I wanted to assert myself more accuratel in the minds of men, as I happened to be noticing, that who ever the husband will prove to be, then not already married to me, but whoever he is who could, I did not know, whoever he is, he seemed unable believe in a few basic facts about me and of me. So I had to set about preparing myself to be strong at holding true, after he did do. As it turned out, the one matter he acquiesces an apology for, towards everybody around me, about me, and of me, is clan relationships. This is relevant to how coils of wire work in radio and in human bodies, because of course the Songlines define this of everything at Earth. The husband is a Bush Turkey clan man, who for long had accounted for himself as a boy in his fears, (without a true wife in Kinship before me, and we are both in our forties when he finds me), but he was counting himself a man in capacity to control everybody’s Dreaming, associated with drugs, like cocaine, speed, and even marijuana. He called the crop of marijuana he let come through his house “pituri”, and I say “no”. These substances don’t count to be true pituri when managed by a boy. His apology towards my father, who is a Rainbow Serpent clan fellow, (but uninitiated himself, and I learned initiatory way from in a good book named Beelzebub’s Tales To His Grandson, that I know my father will read also one day soon maybe), is in his having forgotten that I am myself, (albeit born into Rainbow Serpent blood, and at a Rainbow Serpent Songline place of Armidale NSW), at heart, Emu way. A mixed up marriages story is becoming resolved because I attended Corroboree at Kurnell in 1988. My skin type in kinship, by my father, is like Warlbiri Yapa knew I need be, a nampidjimba. But my mother and father are mother-in-law and son-in-law towards one another. In mother’s way, I am a nungarrayi, same story alike my name Rebekah that my father gave me. In my family dreaming, my parents already know well what the penalty need be for their wrong way marriage, but they did not know, it will be that the story resolves because the man supposed to be marrying me, is like a Jangala true. A Jangala sorry about forgetting I am Emu way inside. I had to learn to make things with coils of wire holding my dreaming well enough into specific memories of place. I learned about an array of similar types of things that men, (who probably count more as boys all of), in all different lands, but with access to much metal, have made for various reasons. Few are worthy. There seemed to have been a rotten modern obsession among certain men all over the world, with finding the means, using wires, of controlling one another’s minds. I believe no such control is possible, and that at best, men may influence one another, either towards God’s will, or against, and always more strongly by feelings than by thoughts. I believe the only control we can have of our conscious mind is via our voluntary muscles controlling the posture of the solid matter body. Last night, (27th January 2013, in Brisbane), I attended a film screening of a film by Rak Razam, called Aya:Awakenings. Rak’s film is about a journey he made to Peru, travelling as a freelance journalist, to report about the modern revivals of ancient Shamanism. He told the audience to consider his film as an artefact. I doubted he could do that. But I watched his film with an open mind, and it could stimulate certain corresponding mind processes in all the audience of those watching it, so it proved itself worth being named an Artefact. After the film screening, a panel of people had a discussion with the audience. A fellow who founded an organisation named P.R.I.S.M. (their PRISM stands for Psychedelic Research In Science and Medicine), spoke about how we need a way to relate to such experiences within our own cultre, not only the culture of distant Amazonian Animism. He talked about how human beings patterns of communication are in a pendulum like swing of movement, (the pendulum metaphor, making me wonder about the skills of old clock makers and watch makers, and my father’s watch which gets its energy from his arm swinging like a pendulum), swinging between being very individualist, and very collectivist. He said that human societies have come to be at the furthest swing out of individualism, and are beginning to turn, and slowly start to become more collective once more. I think about when studying psychology at Queensland University of Technology, and the lecture from Associate Professor Jane Shakespeare-Finch, about how collectivist thinking in a society goes hand in hand with more formal behaviour towards one another. Formality means ritualised, that means repetitive and patterned in ways we understand our ancestors have already proven true human worth. Individualist social interactions are always more informal and less structured. Then an idea came to mind. A simple idea, I think it feels like my oldest son is giving me his idea to promote for himself. An Emu clan idea perhaps. What if, everybody everywhere, always makes a prayer before every use of electricity. Or recites a mantra, or says an affirmation, or whatever it is they know will work well in their own mind. Like saying Grace at the table. It need be a simple one for everybody. Electricity with all its wires and waters and messages and electro-magnetic radiance, is a phenomenon of the fire element. Sometimes we let it carry too much wood, for example, writing in a computer, but the wood needs be at the ground, not in the air. Maybe more water element need be carried in the fire element. Most people think of water dampening out fire, but it need not. My son is whose clever thinking noticed this will be how to solve environmental catastrophe. The Earth needs more waters up, meaning we need more birds in the sky also. It is the story of the First Man in the Southern Cross we need learn from now. Yet we seldom sustain even as much ritual around turning on a light switch, or the television, as we know we need to make fire lighting safe. We still even hold more of a ritual attitude towards pocket watches than towards our mobile phones. Yet mobile phones, of all the things we own, need us to have a far more ritualised association with. I often find myself being super cautious about using the telephone, and I always have been very careful and formal about its use, especially in childhood. I think children have an innate sensibility about this, that need be nurtured, fostered, and treasured by the child. What we treasure of ourselves in childhood, we grow up with adequate respect towards as adults. The capacity to make a phone call, and turn on the television and see far distant places, needs such respect as that it ought to be normal to make Grace before flicking the switch. Something alike the Serenity prayer used in twelve step programme meetings could prove correct, or maybe something even simpler. In traditional Orthodox Jewish households, men and women and children, reach up and briefly touch a set of written prayers or prayer notes, in scroll, that might move when touched, every time they walk through a doorway. They do it automatically, needing no immediate conscious intention every time, because in childhood they are taught the meanings in the prayers and reason for developing this self discipline. It is a simple, easy, and enjoyable task for every child to learn, and well before adulthood is a habitual action. A habit of strength and weight and resilience of good faith. For Jews this is good faith in the Lord above, but what works in twelve step meetings, even for atheists, is simply stating faith in a higher power, perhaps caused by the whole being greater than the sum of its parts. In biology we learn, the whole of a bodily organ is greater than all the cells from which it is comprised. The same is true of human society. The whole phenomenon of the internet is truthfully a world wide web greater than the sum of individuals who created and use it. We need give thanks for this fact, about every instance of the exact right fact of knowledge arriving into our mind at the exact time we need it. We all need rituals like those of traditional Orthodox Jews, and Tribal Shaman, to recommence if we are to safely become a more collective minded society again. Kinship is always the key knowledge as to how, and formal recognition of Kinship systems by government is long long overdue here in Australia. Last time I noticed, the government had not yet begun to come to terms with comprehending that perhaps every local council all over Australia, need know that within indigenous systems of land tenure, maternal ancestry is traced AND paternal ancestry is traced, as two remarkably different ways of land tenure, within differing roles and responsibilities. Perhaps the farmers would worry less about men walking through their farms, if they knew who had what responsibilities, and that access to food, equates with responsibilities to enact what enables increase of that food, all through inheritance from fathers. But mother’s side inheritance holds different responsibilities. These patterns of social interaction, and the rituals upholding, are what make collective thinking safe. Rituals about places, personal relationships, food, and everyday objects. All of our everyday objects retain a greater worth when we can, by habit, attribute the same ritualised meanings into these, every time we touch them. This is how an object lasts longer than other things, and becomes an antique, or even an Artefact. If we don’t think about all objects like this, every time we touch and use something, as we make and use things around ourselves every day, if we don’t ritualise and customise and nurture healthy relationships between individual people and objects, it then becomes the money that buys those things, that defined habitual attitudes we have to their use. But is it when we earn the money that pays for such objects, or when we spend the money buying such objects, that our thoughts cause the patterns of our future use of those objects. And what difference is caused by whether the money got given as a gift, or was a loan, or earned outright, and what difference is caused by whether we traded our labour for money, or gave our labour of our own free will, and received money as a gift? There is so much we are not thinking of that perhaps we need feel our way into how to have the correct attitudes about. We need find ourselves with that chance, of making an active contribution towards defining the habits we then associate with all objects around ourselves, and when we know we have that chance, choose for ourselves, based in positive feelings, for outcomes that bring unity and safeguard mother nature for God. In making the beanie I have entered in the Alice Springs Beanie Festival of 2013, I paid no money. It got made entirely out of things already in my home. Then I found a few more things out in the street, I may add after writing this, alike to being its label. I even already had a post bag for sending it to Alice Springs. The only money I will need pay will be the Beanie Festival competition entry fee, of $20-. Although I have wanted to enter the Alice Springs Beanie Festival for many years, ever since I first saw it on television, I didn’t even intend this beanie to become what it now is, at first when I began. At first I wanted to learn to knit socks. I used the yarn I had in a bag at home, left over from something else. Then, I thought it the wrong colours for socks for my feet, but good for a hat. But already one sock and another on the way. Then it came to mind like a joke. The socks could be like ears on a hat. Might be because for a long time also, I had wanted to make hats with animal ears, like I am remembering seeing in China many children wearing. I remembered being in China, and liking the knitted jumpers and beanies the young children wore in snowy weather. I wanted to make these then, when already pregnant with my oldest son, who is by now grown up enough he gets paid his own money for answering telephones with an internet provider. But back then, in China, just a few years after I worked in Community Radio down in Canberra, I saw the Chinese children’s jumpers and beanies and wanted to knit. They are made in a stitch I did not know. It looked like that stitch that goes too loose, because each second line is like ribbing out of alignment, but it holds tighter. It must have been a slip stitch, is all I knew. So with my beanie I experimented, and got it right, the kind of slip stitch they use in China, but I did it inside out by accident. And with two socks for ears. Then I thought, “this beanie is so absurd, as that it needs hairs”, and I began wondering how I will be attaching my hairs. Then, I saw a spring I had just the same day, pulled out of an old chair. I had that chair for many years, just in case I may like to restore it one day, and its springs had partially fallen out the bottom, and I had just this same day, pulled the seat apart and got the springs out. So I crotched one spring into the top of the (my?) beanie. Next, it merely looked like it needed more details, and I looked in my containers of things I pick up in the streets, and at what else is lying around in my house, and I decorate it. I even found shells and made coils of wires and put inside the shells. After I made it, I looked up the Alice Springs Beanie Festival competition website, and, to my delight, I find a category for a story telling beanie. That is what it is. I give it the prayer to say, of Mathew 18, because as you will be noticing, here in my story of everything I have had to think about, I happened to go to see a film last night, among many strangers. I know from experience, that when making something like what could be called perhaps a “bio-photonic resonator”, (at least that was one of the names I found for such devices), that everything else we may have done in between beginning and finishing, could have an effect. With my beanie, I thought as soon as I had attached a few things to the top of the chair spring, that to protect the worth I invest in making, it need go hand in hand with a ritual of reading aloud from the Bible. Mathew 18 I choose, only because it is my favourite to read. It will work good with the beanie, because I am who made it, and Mathew 18, is the part of the Bible most often in the foremost of my mind. Reading aloud is a ritualised behaviour modern Western society relies upon and understands, but many longer standing cultures also understand, so this is its ritual. Another thing happening this week here in Brisbane, is an event over six days, named Clancestry, I am attending. On the first day, before the first talk, I went to the Gallery Of Modern Art, and looked at the exhibition of the seventh Asia Pacific Triennial region Art showing here in Brisbane. One thing I saw, is carvings in wood, of modern objects, like a mobile phone. And then I knew, that for me to make a different thing, of modern materials, but belonging within older types of rituals, for a Shaman to be wearing, is worth something real. I am calling my Shaman hat, “Beginner’s Luck” because one of the indigenous men who I know took some way of responsibilities towards me, gave me a loan of his key of the medicine of jokes. This is my first chance of exhibiting a joke, of the kind that we might say of, “careful what you wish for, because it may come true”. Of course, making this beanie, and letting it become a real Artefact, instead of something to sell for money, (or as well as perhaps if the correct type of offer is made), I have had to think about many things. In general, I have no idea what I maybe doing, because I believe it is men’s worth to know what women are doing. In this case here, of my beanie being entered into the Alice Springs Beanie Festival competition, I have no idea of all of who among men is contributing. This must be part of the story of the beanie. Perhaps because men who know me face to face, disagree with one another, about the worth at my fingertips, and as for me, I have no idea who among men knows all of the worth of what this beanie is, as it is, as I know it. Meanwhile there are all sorts of internet sites which make references to these types of objects, we could make, giving them all kinds of different names, and for various different individual reasons, yet always somehow internally praying to Earth, if not always also Heaven. Men have all kinds of random theories suggesting reasons why such things can exist, but nobody knows. Have a look at these websites from these URLs if you want to know more about what other people think about the phenomenon of manipulating metals in combinations with organic materials, to influence other people. http://orgonizeaustralia.webs.com/ http://www.orgoniteinfo.com/ http://www.thecrowhouse.com/home.html http://hpathy.com/homeopathy-papers/the-biophotonic-resonator-a-synergetic-matrix/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biophotonics http://www.cns.nyu.edu/ledoux/Ledouxlab.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Sapolsky http://www.youtube.com/channel/HCgbpLY1fdfcg http://www-psych.stanford.edu/~pgoldin/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rare-earth_magnet http://aussiemagnets.com.au/magnets/Rare-Earth-(Neodymium)/ http://prism.org.au/ http://www.entheo.net/ http://www.shaman-australis.com.au/ http://www.dmtrmx.com/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radionics http://www.integralife.com/index.aspx?redir=Neurosurgeon http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trepanning http://www.trepan.com/ http://www.radionicsbox.com/ . . . (look out, danger, did you know, that as well as making the NTER legislation, the government under John Howard’s leadership, removed older legislation that had made “black majick” illegal, because they imagined nobody believed in that any more, . . . they removed the law about bad majic, before they made the NTER, and I don’t think they were associating the word “black” with skin colour, but rather with imagining the future was causal to the past!! Among these websites this one is the most obvious about advocating for bad habits of mind, but too many of the people who want to know about devices that could be called a “bio-photonic resonator” had similar patterns like that.) https://www.dmt-nexus.me/forum/default.aspx?g=posts&t=4801 http://www.shamanism.org/ I don’t think many of the people who made any of these websites, were any good at understanding how we keep our beliefs stable and manage our Dreaming, except perhaps via the links within the second last url above. Here are three more links, showing something of a comparison between what Westerners know about different plant medicines of the kind that open visions. http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/ayahuasca/ayahuasca.shtml http://www.erowid.org/plants/pituri/pituri.shtml http://trout.yage.net/sc/SST2.html None of the individuals trying to communicate in the websites here, know what they were doing, or trying to be doing. They don’t even know when their mind is their own. Even things like radios and televisions exist without any more understanding in the nature of how the science was conceived, than exists in these websites. How can such things even exist, I wonder, when I know everything that goes on behind just one coil of wire in a shell, with a resonance of energy that influences biological capacity in thoughts. Some men who imagined they have had any way to understand these objects when they don’t understand their own brains, could even be finding that the risked becoming unwell from the same phenomenon other men find better health through, but I have no idea about how men become unwell, I just know that I would have become quickly unwell if I had imagined as they have. Some men imagined they could learn to know their brains, without understanding how the Earth influences it. Perhaps after all, the less said about these objects we make, the better, yet consider what the inner meaning is of all I am writing here, and what it is I may have had to have been thinking, whilst making such a thing as “Beginner’s Luck” might be, and while writing such words as these. I believe that men living in places where red sands can swallow metal objects, must have a clearer understanding than most people could, of my intention. But what counts, is that in my life, I choose to need know all of what passes through my own brain. I know what that could be, so I can’t confuse my own thinking with God. My Beginner’s Luck, is of course, that it is as it is, because it is a lesson for all of you, in why to hope you need have, no such luck as to need do as I do. For in no marriage begun, can I have come, unstuck enough, to have done all that I may have seemed like I did do, not without love enough unto, what God only knows, we all need be, who knew. Thus never again please, accuse anybody of being “you”, but believe it is always that I am, and alright in nature, because it will be “we” through, whom we all knew. I am as I am, and this is as we knew. And God bless He whose loving I am done to be me myself through. I have never tried Nor have I claimed To get the better Of any man But of his worse I can and I am And if he’d like I will lead him by the hand Out of the narcosis The world of his breath had demand Of stories frayed at the seams By how time deigned make means For this is who I am And as big as I am Of Mana in Heaven’s Kingdom No lie came into being Of my own volition and dreaming Yet told few I have And name no man Doing that I can Prove that I am that and Yet I am And done by a man Why Mother Nature’s own will Is Her own still And not of God that man Who do what I am And yet in God’s will I am whose charge is the bill Of costs we all pay For Heaven’s will at Earth Today be my way Of every evil deed fey The causes through me traced Before lifting Nature’s skirts That the skies might rain with our worst Back down to Earth As animal, mineral, vegetable lives Lived best up first To have become as big as I am My prayer for us all Is Heaven at Earth No need fear the sky fall on our heads because I have never tried Nor have I claimed To get the better Of any man But of his worse I can and I am And if he’d like I will lead him by the hand Out of the narcosis The world of his breath had demand Of stories frayed at the seams By how time deigned make his means For this is me And I am who I am