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Continuing the autobiography and compositions of Helen M. Morris Also in my memoir A Breath of Springtime I had written a story about how my son Dick.
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When I first wrote this narrative outline, its first edition which I completed in , I ended the account in By that time I had lived with my wife and son in Perth for five years, and I had lived in Australia for twenty-one. I had taught at four technical and further education campuses, institutions not unlike the community colleges I was used to back in Canada.
I had also taught briefly at two universities. I had served on the LSA of Belmont for three years. In I began to write poetry at a rate of some six hundred poems a year and, about that time I began to tire of working as a teacher. I had been in the game since As I approached fifty, I began to feel as if I had had enough of the interaction involved in the teaching profession and its associated duties. But I continued for another seven years, retiring in mid before going to Tasmania and taking what is called a sea-change and an early retirement at the age of In the years up to the age of sixty in in Tasmania teaching one or two hours a week seemed to be about all that interested me--and this was on a casual basis with seniors, students for the most part over sixty.
Talking and listening had taken their toll. Five months after our arrival in Perth in December in its Ridvan message of April the House of Justice had spoken of a new paradigm of opportunity and a silver lining brightening the horizon after the dark shadow of previous decades. Indeed, for the next eleven years in Perth, this new opportunity presented itself to me.
It presented itself in the changing political climate of the globe, in the teaching opportunities in the Tafe colleges I worked in and in the body of poetry I began to write, literally thousands of poems. There were, for me, new tendencies as mentioned in that same message in April Four weeks before receiving that Ridvan message I had written a poem for the LSA of Ballarat on its twenty-fifth anniversary. It had been ten years since our family had lived in Ballarat. I reminisced and: I spoke a few lines and exited right, the LSA held onto its light.
Now 25 years in the world's darkest night. The foundation is laid for the world's grandest Fight. A new paradigm of opportunity did enter the world in the years to as the Berlin wall finally came down, the Cold War ended, as did communism in Eastern Europe and a new era in international relations was inaugurated.
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The bi-polar society I had lived with all my life became much more complex, multi-polar in some ways and a new agenda entered the global scene. It was the victory of capitalist market society over what was then its biggest contender. Gradually, too, my own bi-polar world was becoming less frenetic and moody, but it would be another decade before most of the extremities of my symptoms would be eliminated. The 'cold war' paradigm that had been the backdrop for the bi-polar political world that had characterized my entire life, had ended and a new wind, what the House characterized as "an onrushing wind" in its Ridvan message, entered human society.
Perhaps it was partly this "onrushing wind" that led to the burgeoning output of poetry in that year and succeeding years.
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Perhaps it was the closing of several doors in my life that turned me away from various grooves down which my life might have spun without ever writing any poetry or prose of note about poetry, my life and my Faith. The dazzling prospects, little did I know, that were just on the horizon was a literary explosion that has not yet ended a dozen years later. As this brief statement goes down on paper the first twenty years of this community nears its completion.
These three couples were the core founders and workers in the community until when my wife and I and our son Daniel moved in from Stirling where we had lived for six months on arrival from South Hedland. In the early nineties, about , the Crofts and Olsens left Belmont, leaving the Prices and the Alis to provide the core of service. By , however, sending out pioneers and a declining number of new recruits had resulted in only a dozen people meeting on regular occasions for community functions.
Time spent in informal socializing and visiting and what Robert D. These years in Belmont were no exception. The Crofts, the Olsens and the Alis were all highly sociable human types with enough extrovertism in their bones and enough skills and talents to attract the multitude and over the years there were many who came to their homes but few, by , actually became members.
There were many reasons for the decline and disillusioment with public life, reasons well documented in the social science literature, reasons I will not go into here. Part 2: I have written a great deal of poetry about these days, days when my family lived in Belmont and this poetry will one day serve as a resource for some enterprising historian. For now, though, this brief statement and a first draft I wrote several years ago, now in the archives of the Belmont LSA, will serve as a starting point for future initiatives, future accounts that build on these first twenty years.
If the names of isolated believers in Belmont in the s and s are located, if they exist, the history may be given a greater longevity. The population of the district increased beyond the few farms that had come to be the basis for the population of Belmont in the first half of the twentieth century, perhaps as early as In recent years my history writing seems to have dried up, except insofar as poetry is concerned.
Since few seem interested in writing the history of these early days, perhaps since they are days of activity in the dark heart of history's process when so much else is being done by the believers during the frenetic pace of our times, this brief 'second statement' will have to suffice. Writing brief sketches of the history of local communities has been a service I have contributed since in Tasmania; perhaps one day I will find a new lease on life and continue this history writing.
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In the meantime my poetry will continue and any historian interested in some personal accounts of these days can find them in my poetry booklets. Part 3: No further research work is planned, although occasionally I add a sentence or two to the text as I proceed to revise this autobiographical work. The only other history I wrote after this particular piece was that of the history of the Cause in the Northern Territory.
My analysis, too, is inevitably different than another's. This has been the case as far back as the first historians in the Greek and Hebraic traditions. The persona of the writer and the purpose of his travelling define so much of the resulting impression. These fledgling communities which I describe en passant during these forty years are somewhat like the fledgling Ameircan communities described by Alexis de toqueville in is Democracy in America. When the many and various sources are put together at some future time a detailed and colourful portrait will emerge.
And this work will have played its part, however small.
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I am confident I have avoided the error that one George Combe described when he wrote that some writers expressed an opinion of a country on the basis of one experience or incident. The sociologist Harriet Martineau felt it was an impossibility to paint a portrait of a nation, of a national character.
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A Six Year Plan had also begun in and pioneers had gone out and settled in countries in that Plan's first year. In the previous Seven Year Plan some pioneers responded to the call for service. The fiftieth anniversary of the launching of the first Seven Year Plan in America in was observed while the teaching initiative had refocussed for Chris and I onto the Aboriginal people of northwest Australia.
The Army of Life was unobtrusively widening and deepening. And I was heading for the age of 50, the middle of middle age. Life had presented its perplexing and tormenting questions, themselves the salt of the spiritual life. After more than thirty years of pioneering some of these questions had been sorted and others, some new and some old, had not. Human passion still confronted me with its demonic potencies and the spiritual life presented its challenge, its ordeal, its struggle and its drama. It was not my intention to survey the wide stream of history, or even the wide stream of the history of my Faith; rather it was my intention to examine some of its mingling currents and deluges and regurgitations, the struggles of some of its major and minor actors within a conceptual framework, a social dynamic that implied that what I was examining was more than a brief history of the follies and misfortunes of a small sector of humankind.
I liked to think that these epochs offered to me and my fellow coreligionists a rare combination of circumstances which with character and intellect could produce tremendous achievements, but they were achievements which were often very difficult to assess. Too close to them did we stand. After thirty years, too, in so many towns and places on God's earth, a series of ordeals had stimulated my intellect by challenging it and the art of communicating ideas to other minds had become an indispensable accomplishment as well as an arduous stage in a process of literary composition.
I wanted to take to literary work the way some men take to drink. For this literary work came out of life's travail as far back as the start of my pioneering venture. I had written and spoken so much to so many, trying to find the most appropriate way to place ideas in the minds of others, that by I seemed to have exhausted my energies. Perhaps what I experienced as the s opened was something similar to the process that happened in the literary life of Henry James.
James stored impressions to the point where he was like a saturated sponge that had to be squeezed out by the act of writing. The stored impressions were released in some peaceful setting. Such are the bases for James' novels—and my own literary products. Section 4: Gradually, over the remaining years of the millennium, I became charged with a new and creative intellectual mission as I turned more to writing and less to the social domain.