Letter from Australia

Letter from Australia
Fredrick Töben
14 May 2004

Gold Coast – Brisbane – Sunshine Coast: dialogue rather than them-us confrontation

Whenever I return from an extensive overseas trip, I treat myself to a well-deserved de-briefing exercise, usually with Adelaide Institute supporters who do not begrudge me my letting my hair down a little in their company. I do not have to be on guard in such company because there is no-one who watches my every move and records my every word in the hope of seeing me contradict myself.

This trying to catch-out someone, of doing a smear- or character assassination job on someone does not take much brain power. What is needed is an analytic mind, and persistence in collecting so-called incidents that will prove whatever one wishes to prove.

Such thoughts came to mind as I reflected on my recent journey to Cape Town, Pretoria, Harare, Amsterdam, London, Helsinki, Moscow, Sacramento, Santa Barbara, Santiago, Wellington, etc. and during which I was hosted by couples who have been together for many years. As I observed the subtle interplay between male and female, father-mother, husband-wife, I noticed the ever-flowing emotional energy that had neither dominate the other partner.

One way of breaking up such a relationship is to begin recording, in writing for example, things about the person that one is dissatisfied with. Anyone who has survived many years of marriage knows that this is fatal for the continuation of the relationship. Once a couple stops talking with each other in a continuous flowing form – love – the beginning of the elimination process has begun. It may take many more years to finally fracture, but the emotional flow that sustained the relationship will dry up and terminate a once loving relationship, and the full-blown battle of the wills begins.

Then, once there is that inevitable communication through intermediaries – especially through lawyers - instead of eye-to-eye contact, it’s difficult to resuscitate what has been.

Then moral values are thrown out the window as anything goes and the control-freak begins to salivate and to manipulate and to lie and cheat for the sake of pulling off a victory. Truth as a guiding principle is no-where to be found. Only later, when the dust has settled, will moral values re-emerge and assert themselves as slowly the norms of a civilized society return.

But as I always stress, nothing need be the case, nothing is absolutely lost and
pre-determined because we have free will – up to a point at least!

Denmark’s Glory

The older I get the more I tend to embrace the monarchical ideal of government, as for example the Japanese model where the last emperor was in his own right a world renowned biologist.

I recall the Queen Elizabeth II visiting Australia in 1963 when a friend and I bothered to line up with thousands of others to get a look at the Queen passing by! So much for respecting tradition.

While travelling overseas in ‘old’ Europe and Russia I spoke with individuals who still warmly recall meeting their European royals and whom they admired as a later generation admired the artificial Hollywood royals.

Such real Royal role-models gave a nation stability and unity, something the Hollywood icons did not because their allegiance was only to themselves and to their Jewish controllers who raked in the loot.

I welcome the Australian-born, Mary Donaldson, as she assumes her role as princess, wife of crown prince Frederik of Denmark.

It is with this in mind that I also welcome Horst Mahler’s endeavours in Germany to re-engage the German Royals in re-activating the German Reich, thereby eliminating that shameful 60-year occupation of Germany by the World War Two Allies.

Has anyone another perspective on this vexed problem?

To lighten the mood somewhat, here is something from:

The Male-Female Imperative

Moira Badstubner - moibert.bluff@mweb.co.za

Sent: Friday, May 14, 2004 5:21 AM
Subject: Apples

Women are like apples on trees: the best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of
falling and getting hurt.

Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as
good, but easy.......

So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing.

They just have to wait for the right man to come along - the one who's brave
enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Share this with other women who are good apples - even those who have
already been picked!

And remember ... Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and
it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into
something acceptable to have dinner with.