We are facing a difficult time: Kali Yuga – a great darkness. Fools lead the foolish, money and greed have become gods. The dollar sign $ is a distortion of the sacred caduceus, and my words will be scoffed at by those who have vested interests. Alcohol is called ‘spirits’ for a reason and, unless one be initiated in the art, these spirits possess. Tell me that does not happen?
Much of the business in Byron is based in tourism and the glamour of the good time, a delusion many seek in order to avoid themselves. When this is the motivation behind action what else could the end result be? This business culture will and does justify the manipulation of opinion to uphold its corruption, for what is in the beginning shall be in the end; the motive is seen in the end result, drunken, violent behaviour without any regard for its fellows. Greed makes the soul drunk, turns it into a monster who would devour all before it. Is this truth too close for comfort? What kind of distraction can be made to hide from it?
It is said ‘but it brings employment’. This is another form of colonialism; give the natives a few beads and steal their land and culture. Byron has kept out many of the invading colonialists for now – KFC, Maccas etc; holiday rentals is the same by stealth. All of this activity is feeding on the culture Byron once had. This culture is now used to marginalise anyone who opposes the colonialist business lobby, hippies, nimbys etc. Indigenous people would understand this; they are called names I will not give energy to or perpetuate their hurt by saying. Alcoholism: whom does it serve, and who serves it? For the two are one, just the extremes of each other. There is little of the generous soul that once danced in the waves of Byron. The hearts of many fell in love with it, a freedom that excited the imagination of those imprisoned in a world of chaos and commerce.
To enter the temple take your shoes off; to enter Byron leave your greed and delusions of grandeur at its borders. Come and go in peace, love and respect and its soul shall once again rise like the alchemic Phoenix, otherwise your gain will be your loss. If a greedy man eats all of the mangoes no-one else shall eat of this sweet fruit. And for the greedy man? A belly ache and a big pile of ‘guess what’ as a monument to his folly, a bit like Byron on Saturday night. The language of the birds speaks but who hears what it says?
Paul Tisdell, Byron Bay