The Big Me Dances

The universe, the world, is how it all occurs to me as a happening, an event, a contingency.

Recalling the words of Baha’u’llah as I would apply them to myself, “… the world is my unawareness of the Godhead and my absorption in aught else…” and that truth is founded in the primary spiritual attitude of the unfettered search: detachment from tradition; avoiding backbiting, boastful people, and evil-doers; cleansing the heart from love, hate, and pride; and living in prayer, patience, resignation, and forgiveness.

My experience gives me the sense that the Godhead operates for me through my declaration (to myself or others) in abandonment of all untrue considerations, for an enthusiasm, passion and joy.


I believe that I am living in the world, a universe of elementary materials, from which has derived my organic construction as a capability for the flourishing of a metaphysical being. I am the root growing through the soil of human life, drawing sustenance for that budding fractal splicing and looping through all the dimensions beyond time and space, all the dimensions of eternity. I believe I am both contingent and eternal, always to be “unaware” and “absorbed by”, yet also to be a sense of Godhead through how I am in truth.

And so , I dance.


Arts’nHealth Champions and MADness

Three major Australian organisationsBanner who have championed a national Arts and Health Policy Framework, write here on the new framework endorsed by State and Federal Ministers. I am personally thrilled as I get down to the planning of a number of projects I will be involved in 2014 including assisting the organisation of DANscienCE (National Festival of the interplays between science and dance); Cape York Critters and Wild Country (a “Wilderness Society‘ play for children’s education of endangered species on Cape York,); a new Cairns Children mini-festival; my own dance classes and a local project for DANscienCE; Children’s Festival with the Cairns Festival; and the Children’s Festival of the Tableland Folk Festival.

I guess I am starting to expand all these things by finishing the year with a MAD Party. My MAD party is not just about having a party and going a little mad, although in its own peculiar way, that is what it is about. However the key to my MAD party is understanding the particular MADness I am evoking through the party. And that particular MADness is the MADness that is evoked when people try to dissuade each other from doing an extraordinary thing by proclaiming, “Mate, you’re mad.” In this party it will be proclaimed that “Mate, you are MAD” and it will be a proclamation of enthusiasm, and encouragement. This particular MADness is about people who like that what matters in their life is Making A Difference. Already as my preparations progress a new project stirs in my mind – to make a full length trailer documentary about Tablelanders Making a Difference.

It is often though that great art goes with a little, maybe a lot, of madness. That sad madness referred in such thoughts overlooks the MAD reality of all great artists and everyone involved in the arts. Being involved in the arts improves all health parameters for the involved person and much for their friends. Artists almost always ‘Make a Difference’.

Cairns Post 1943

1943 Cairns Post P5

1943 Cairns Post P5

While packing up and cleaning out my parent’s house and farm sheds, this year, I came across yet another modest A4 envelope in a box of documents, books and assortments. As my parents had been farming since 1960, and my father since 1944, I had become a bit obsessive about looking at all documents in every pile in every drawer and box, in case their was some interesting document that might create an historical trail for our family. Still, it surprised me to find, in this envelope, a quite pristine 1943 Cairns Post. A 50th anniversary of the Cairns Post, Souvenir edition, and printed when my father was a 14year old student at Cairns Highschool, as World War II took centre stage of North Queensland, it was certain to have captured his imagination. In context, WWII saw Cairns as a bustling byway for the War with huge numbers of Australian and US troops and airplanes flowing back and forth of the Pacific war.

I have scanned some of the paper here.

State Government at its best?

Okay, it may not be everything, and I know it is not all roses where people in crisis and politics is concerned but I found my self nodding quite a bit at the latest Toward Q2 newsletter from the Qld government. I was particularly taken by the news on the development of solar energy systems including the Solar Kindergarten Installation Program.

EULOGY for Uncle Bill

Today is the second day of the celebration of Ridvan in the Baha’i Faith. This year it is also Easter friday. It is a quintessentially glorious April day on the Atherton Tableland – cool, sunny, with a little whisk of cloud across the sky. Being a holiday, the streets are largely quiet. Whether it is the ambiance of the morning or the memories that have flooded back because I have spent time this week with my cousins, reminiscing on our childhood, at the passing of their father, my Uncle Bill, but I feel I should be heading down to see how the maize harvest is going. Such a feeling is a dislocation in time and space, for, while on some farm in this vicinity there may well be a maize harvest, happening, it is only something from my childhood and youth, now decades gone from my direct interaction. Likewise, here I am on my verandah, writing this blog, looking over the town of Atherton to the large farms on the gentle hillside about 2 kilometers across the way. I can see one maize field that must be near ready for harvest, but the hillside is completely quiet of machinery, today.

Bill Allen and Children on his 90th birthday

Back: Yvonne, Judith. Front: Bill (jnr), Bill (snr), Peter

Four days ago, my Uncle’s wife, Olive, rang us to report that Bill had passed away the night before, in Atherton Hospital, after a few days illness. He had been unwell a couple of days at home, and, eventually hospitalized, was shown to have developed a severe pneumonia, ‘old man’s friend’, that took him on relatively quickly, if not prettily. Although not completely unexpected in this man who had recently turned 90 years, it nonetheless lay a heaviness on my heart throughout the week.
Two hours after the news, Uncle Bill’s oldest son, Bill, rang to report that the funeral will be on Thursday 21st April, and could I be a pallbearer. I agreed straight away. Not because I was asked to be a pall bearer but because my cousin, Peter, Bill’s youngest son who is my age and with whom we spent much time as children, is paraplegic, and I immediately felt I was his proxy.
On Monday evening, I visited Olive on the way home. She was engrossed in ensuring the fund raiser for the local aged care hostel, Carinya, was organized in her absence during the week. With that complete, she outlined the story of Bill’s passing in clear detail. I must explain here that Olive is Bill’s second wife, and some 20 years younger than he. Olive then asked if I could present the eulogy. ‘The children may not get through it,’ she said, ‘and you are close bu a little removed and you speak well.’ We arranged that the daughters would, at least, pull together the information on Bill’s life.

On wednesday night I revisited Olive. This time Bill’s daughters, Judith and Yvonne; Olive’s sister,  Jenny, and niece, Donna Richie (also a paraplegic and a para-olympian), had arrived. I was presented with several pages of story that Bill himself had draft some ten years ago. Amidst general chat among the group, I began drafting the eulogy.
Coinciding with this process, the evening of wednesday 20th, being the beginning of the Baha’i festival of Ridvan, also saw my wife and I hosting the AGM of the local ‘chapter’ of the Baha’i Faith. New to this meeting, a man called Michael, with severe neurological disabilities and taking time in a local respite centre, required transport to and from our house, which I promised. So, having seen everyone arrive for the meeting, I had to excuse myself to meet my cousins to brief on the program of the funeral and the eulogy. I was away from Olive’s house in time to transport Michael to his accommodation. The meeting at our home had become ‘tea’. Joining in for ‘tea’, it was soon time to take Michael back. On return, I sat amidst the still socializing group and completed the eulogy.
The net day, the funeral service went wonderfully in the chapel in the cemetery. Many of the extended family living in the region, as well as many local people, gathered. Cousin Jill was effusive about the current triumphancy of the Northern Pride Rugby team, Captained by her grandson, Tye Williams.  The eulogy was followed by the daughters stories. A councilman from the local government, and older farmer, and a senior returned serviceman, all gave their impressions of Bill’s life. To explain these later, and more, here is the eulogy.


Bill Allen was born at Nurse Austin’s maternity home in Atherton. Son of William Stephen Snr and Margaret, he had two older sisters, Meg and Sadie, already passed away. He was followed by sisters, Rae and Nelward, and a brother, Ian, all whom are with us today.

He Grew up at Halls rd, Tolga and Mapee, attending Carbeen School near Walkamin. The family survived the Great Depression, witnessing massive poverty through the community.

At 20 years old, He joined the Australian Infantry in 1941 for WWII, serving in the middle east and new guinea, and in the occupation force in japan.

On return in 1947, he bought a farm in Kairi.

He married Judith Straughan in 1952.

They ran the farm and raised four children, William, Judith, Peter and Yvonne, here today.
Bill was proud of the advances he made in his farming career, including improving the farm, supporting the peanut co-operative, and eventually designing a reversible plough, patented in many countries.

Judith and Bill moved from the farm to Atherton in 1978.

He was elected Shire Chairman and held that position for nine years.

After many years of heart problems, in 1981 Judith, sadly yet ironically passed away from cancer.

Bill was immensely civic conscious
He had 6 years on Cairns port authority,

  • 9 years with SES,
  • 7 year with Scouts Assn,
  • 3 years on tablelands promotion bureau
  • Over 10 years total as RSL president.
  • 6 years Cairns International Airport Board Member
  • And a Member of Qld committee on soil conservation which lead to the Qld Soil Conservation Act

Bill, himself, acknowledged that he had periods of depression over the years of hard work, and believed his upbringing and war experiences helped him keep going. However, he also recognized that he put many of the bad war experiences to the back of his mind, only to have them surface occasionally, leaving him depressed.

He married Olive Hunt in 1989, in whom he saw a fellow workaholic, and a heartfelt worker for the community, and, a loving partnership.

Bill regularly visited house bound people associated with RSL until very recently.

On a trip to Brisbane late last year he fell over bags at the Brisbane airport and broke his hip. He badgered medical staff to get him home for Xmas and his 90th birthday. I was fortunate to have been able to be at his birthday with his children and Olive and his grandchildren.
As happens, the fall took it’s toll and a couple of months ago, it became evident he had lost his usually huge motivation, and his memory and language was slipping badly.

Still it was a shock to hear from Olive on Monday morning that he had passed away.

On a personal note: I mostly remember Uncle Bill as the father of my cousin Peter who I spent many weekends with, roaming around our father’s farms. It seemed we were forever chasing tractors or our imaginations. As I search through the images of that childhood I am struck by one simple memory of Uncle Bill: a tall strong man sitting at the smoko table, taking his tea black with a dash of cold water, and who, at my slightest provocation would wiggle his ears.

Uncle Bill, on religion, used to say to we as children, that he was a Kalathumpian – his jovial term for an atheist. Whether Bill was correct and his individual being no longer lives in any way, or whether he is enjoying a larger lease of life in some next world, his life and heritage is one that will live on in the hearts of his descendants for many generations to come, and is sure to be a motivation for all those generations.