Peter Kelly, Byron Bay
The messiah paused for a moment at the spot where The Knowledge Tree of Barcaldine once stood.
With a knowing smile, he turned to a crowd that had gathered to hear him speak.
A voice cried out over the top of the sea of desperate faces ‘Messiah, what should we do?’
With arms outstretched he exalted, ‘You should go to the land of Galilee, take the coal from the ground and send it to a faraway land where the air and lungs of the people will be filled with smoke and fumes. Worry not about the aquifers, the birds, or the land and seas over which the coal must pass for all will be good.
‘Know that I will burn for you every day, every single day, even when I’m asleep; the land will burn, the forests will burn, fish will lay dead in the empty streams and the oceans will slowly die. And all will be good.’
‘But, Master, what of the people of the south? They are against us and want to be rid of us.’
‘Fear not, the people of the south have left the path of righteousness and their cities have fallen into sin and decadence. Remember this, I believe in miracles and you are the chosen people. Come unto me for I am the light and the way. Once you were hungry and now you will be fed, the sick will be healed, and you need shelter so you shall have places to live.’
‘Just one more thing’, came a voice from the back of the crowd, ‘any chance of throwing in a few jet-skis?’
The lord moves in mysterious ways…