Alira

Hi! I'm kylie, a female looking for a rental with private room or granny flat, perferably on a property, and close to swimming. Inside im a non-smoker by the way, and periodical part timer often having gap years.

When it comes to living at home, i enjoy respectful quiet spaces, but don't mind a bit of chat depending.

I enjoy uplifting ecclectic music or just the sounds of nature (no doof|rap or constant tv, or gaming). Ive varied tastes from satsang to lynard skynnard, keb mo, neil young, the beatles (george on the sitar), joe satriani, radiobirdman, jonah kest, mishka, buddy rich, and more. I sometimes get out my djembe but lately back into writing, chill, cook, swim.

An old surf dog, so dont mind hearing ol tales if sharing with others into surfing but thesedays the bones are more accepting of just a daily dip.

For a long time l re-visit rudyard kiplings 'if' to see the bar i set for my self in what i see as success. My anchor for perspective on whats important and guage truth with self reflection and premises to draw my own conclusions as opposed to popular thought but drawn to what holds consistent and true to experiences across time. This i feel is then true connection then to other travellers in however one travels from their own experiences. Kirkeguard is another favourite and allowing oneself the laughability to let one off the hook by beauty of hindesight however accountability to move forward. As to solomon, aristotle, descarte, plato, socrates, buddha and The Godhead including Christhead and all aspects of the cosmic collective as to nature and universe as limited we know it as part of the ominipresent aspect then consisent in conceptulasied in Dreamtime , all existential. There are only a few ideologies i reject, kept mostly to self (read and agree the first two most important pages of the australian soldiers handbook in 50s aimed at protecting against false ideologies for national security and continued freedoms of existence ..or ones left in oz, unfortnately eroding by conveniently ignoring what exactly those "false ideolgies" were referring to and perhaps shouldnt have been classified in light of woke semantic delusions. Capatilism also an ideology i reject but yep here to stay as well as the idea of property as an investment rather than considered as land or property as a human basic right of everyones existence. Nor a commi, but on platos republic is explained as the purest most fairest in idea, with democracy the worst form of government but best in practice given a tiered system protects from dictatorship and reasoning why communism whilst purest idea to share wealth in resources, and decision making by highest of intelligence, the 'elite' or wise elders, doesnt work given suspectable to dictactorship by greedy, oppressive tyrants. Seems democaracy has lost it too, and not a true one either. And so, many of us are forced into renting, and more on the street given rise to captalisim prevails defying the basic economic problem to solve the problem between the haves and have nots on an earth of limited ressources with idea of where one takes more than enough, it takes then more from another ...rightly explained in peter singers defining our obligations as human beings and 'the moral combarable difference' and what arses define as charity, peter and thomas pogge define as systemic poverty caused by greed, raping and pillaging of resources and so charity is not really charity but owed and mere crumbs where the only way capatilism profits is by taking from another and relies on mass poverty, locked in as consumers of basic stuff to barely survive by oligolopoloies, monoplolies and the perception that property is legally acceptably viewed as 'investment' despite devastingly flawed.

Yep, i quit my old job when told the health service i worked for wasnt a health service but a business by those at the top. And other reasons along with that.

Politics...id be assinated.

So im a writer bum of varied skills, experiences, adventures, looking to perhaps exchange hands on work on the land to lower the rent, plus learn more skills.

Having stated my intetests for purpose of a home that 'gels', whilst i think deeply, and verbrose in writing, im not verbrose in chat or voicing aloud diadactic thoughts but rather an observer and remberer. Midnight oils 'short memory' an ol fav, despite frontman sold out.

Rather in existence, I enjoy a harmonious flow, with space in the broad sense, to take stock, think, feel, and be in a way thats in sync with just being, either alone in nature or around others.

I do have bursts of vibrant energy at times when moments present themselves (internal or external), consisent with freedom of varied expression than a scripted existence. So i make space for quirky and at odd times speaking out of key and allowing that space in others, perfectly flawed.

I dont get on with alter egos, nor botox, heavy bog or what the next persons doing. Though i do at times find it amusing, in embracing the shadow. Gossip to me is a pest and fb/insta... sprukers on half baked theory are like a swarm of flies to fresh dung without a swatter. Annoying at the least, damaging to contextualised thruths. How come every man and his dog is a self proclaimed shaman these days. I thought they lived mostly unseen existences, in the centres of protected circles, not contactable by phone, dont own phones and only way of contact is permission through a contact then sit and wait for response if the chance one could see one and no exchanges of money in any form 'a spiritual law as too medicine was intended to be free as law' . Now theres more shamans here there everywhere, advertising, profiteering, spruking with their dedicated followers of fashion seeking the latest trend as like their next new brand of handbag. Remember early 90s when nearly every second young to mid aged adult female had to have a male gay friend as her next handbag and boast in her conversations. Now the new handbag is a shaman or the self proclaimed ones.

Despite popular thought in contemporary thinking, seeking new trends (skills yes), I lean towards the nature than nurture in that birds have feathers and bees have stingers rather than indoctrinationation of socially constructed ideas. Then again, maybe ill wake up and realise im a tree, not a special tree that grows purple mushrooms but just a tree.

Hold that thought.

Ordinary is i.

Yep, im pretty aussie too, and despite a serious side and being serious about being serious, paradoxically I am serious about not being serious, and easily nudged into lightening up, however know when to draw the line, or allow for a wider berth, or when to bunk down target down or keep things at the gatepost. Silly too if to mock my own mere insignificant existence on an ant planet and share that shared consideration of insight into our true state of importance to existence beyond ourselves in sight of this popular pursuit of 'abundance'. Perhaps a sugar coated synonmyn to greed given the basic concepts and theory underlying the fundamental economic problem as cornerstone intended for solvers of lifes issues to sustain existence including natural resources n those birds n bees.

Politically correct has only its place in truth to life to where precision is a neccesity and rather the optional allows for the freedoms in expression (aside from waking up deciding im really going to be a tree).

My first reference then for taking the piss usually begins with myself and in all honesty im too goofy to be a lady or talk right, act right, say right, for that right can be wrong even if right and right if in fact wrong, and whilst my yes be yes and no be no, and that be once is enough, both ways respectfully. And spoken as not per see but contextual as disclaimer for those black n white thinkers riding the magic carpet spectrums of barium dust. Sometimes i think those spectrums are just a new label for big pharma for what is really one who doesnt suffer fools lightly and sensitive to unnatural toxic lights etc and that most of society has actually become de-sensitised and adapted to harsh environments to survive but perhaps still effects one in different ways to another .

I write a lot, papers of antidotes, mostly i destroy and yet i dont define myself as autistic. I write and prepare papers, but once finished often rip them up rather than publish. I write in odd places, like here, just when i get the urge. I write on serviettes. And at the end, i usually rip it up, thinking i was writing intended to share with another reader, then see i really just felt like keeping it to myself . So maybe this one ill challenge myself not to revisit and wipe it all off and just see as an experiment what transpires . Simple minds of simple pleasures, im easily entertained. Some may call me then cheap. But i do like the best cuts of meat, snapper, and heave at hoki. But not daily as not cashed nor a farmer nor own a boat for deep sea fishing.

Sometimes i grow my own vegies n herbs but not at the relatively new place..other strings to tie.

I love dogs. Scruffy mixed terrier ones especially or farm dogs are the apple of my eye. I will not have another dog again, but stoked if the new home has a dog(s), and horse if really lucky. Arabs or quarter horses or minature shetlands. (If a property, happy to offer 'some' hands on work for reduced rent? Worked with horses when young but happy to learn other stuff to keep the cogs going and need of skills lacking).

Im hygienic, use mostly natural products, highly organised particularly with a functional kitchen and own office space in my room, however dont mind getting my feet and hands dirty, short natural nails (dirt often underneath) as practical and no overbearing chemical perfumes or sprays.

I like house plants and aired space with filtered natural light, without over use in electric lights like its christmas with chevy chase.

Im not a consumerist by hobby, or hoarder of ornaments and enjoy spaces with flow than clutter.

Ill still eat food that drops on the floor to keep up my immunity my grandmother told me (cleaned by eculytpus with clove oil depending).

No maccas or cream puffs but once every 4 years, ill eat half a kebab. And although i really shouldnt, jelly babies of two particular colours, the most favourite first, a trend started in infancy and may corner store owners fungoollla'd me out for complaining they placed green ones in my bag when i didnt pay money to buy a green one to throw out. In that sense the 80s song about the kid at the corner store being pitiful and ignored never resonated. But a las, the monoloplies are winning and i miss the corner stores and fungoolas of the shop keepers not reasling how great and cathartic was a reply to the fungoola of an 'up ya clacker' in a brief two way spit the dummies was over a green jelly baby and nowdays its the zero tolerance and lock up to just sorting things out and the next day youd greet each other with almost loving embrace. Spice in life for some and those ol sweet anglican post war grannies even give a giggle selling their tomatoe relishes to harmless unpolitical correctness.

Off the tangent to pluto, back to housekeeping, dont mind some types of house spiders to eat flies, but cant breathe with fly spray. I dont leave dirty plates or food scraps about and see shared living as everyones responsibility to pull ones own weight, unless some fair exchange in whatever one likes to do more over something else, rigid flexibility in circumstances where routine is required for functionality. If severely depressed, understood along with also the will to get well unless the small fewer than imagined 'unfixable' wow that may hit some sore spots, especially if sprukers. Convention likes to only think theres more unfixables tgan reality, only to make them into commodities for profiteering once again and creating an entire new workforce of dimwits to keep them there in unlawful but legal of ways.

Given so much put out there, would appreciate some insight into what to expect from other(s) if shared rent. Mystery is not appealing in these cases despite once the exhuberance of youth made everything of the unknown seem exciting and not into a lucky dip...mostly shit bits you dont need or want not the life of pleasant surprises as an idea of marketed allusions in trickery or blind optimism so one doesnt fall apart in realisation this world is a truly formidable place but with glimpses and pockets of nirvana and true equilbrium as really we live in an unfair reality of conditioning of the idea to 'feather ones own nest' and go to buggergy as long as im alright attitude. Particulary with those the loudest shouting out community with every coroprate encorporating community responsibility into the portfolio to really boost the balance sheet. Yep social marketing is smoke screens and mirrors and can confortabily say that both from a common sense, observer and qualifed in the theory behind peddling bullshit just to look good to others and to the mirror in johnny o what a good boy am i.

No wonder im unemployed. Or perhaps a bird amongst a different flock n a bloody big flock.

My faith, if to be described is 'existential' and consistent and compatable with a few, but, a central core that is personal and confined to the silence of my own room rather than shout at the rooftops or wear as a label in spiritual superiority. Every man and his dog self proclaims themselves a shaman these days or starseed. By gingos. id much rather call myself a fool in exploring the unexamed life as a blind explorer on the ground with the rest of us living life on earth than on my astral travels to siris.

The most profound and intriguing experience was perhaps a mate i met, of no ambition and no schooled conditioned thought or theory, who could twiddle all his toes simultaneously as if like fingers upon different keys of a piano, in pure fascination and of high content for 4 hours in bliss without any cluttered intrusive thoughts. Despite all the books and experts on pursuit of happiness, he nailed it without reading or passed down knowledge on how to be. He died however, by mistake of friending a person who lured him into tasting meth, owing to his easy going nature and curiousity in not knowing what his misguided so called friend was fussing about. Probably the sadest thing of someone who found a inner world of his own paradise lacking not of want or desire for much deslite that he owned barely anything. If there was ever a non indeginous shaman, than perhaps he was it. He taught me to see others faults (and my own) as just part of everyones own malajustment to greater or lesser degree. Something i would imagine Jesus would have been like if you bumped into Him whilst he was sitting amongst the 'drunken destitutes' as His brothers and sisters or gems, those who fall between the cracks. Though he never spruked, and to know his ideas or thoughts or points of view, youd have to ask to find out anything about him, then ask more as was never elaborate but offered only thought provoking one liners. Much like socrates method, but not that he was aware of such terminology.

The other saddest of things are not a shared thing but private journal, unless to take action and that is not a shared experience or a list to count brownie points of some twisted thought of the stairway to heaven or an appeal to others to inspire anothers point of view of onself. Thats called a wanker. Some things are done and meant to be forgotten however in a age where its popular to advertise all our doings, from the rooftops to the corners of the street (or facebook), the disease spreads.

I would like however to live in a space or community that enables more hands on. Eg. For skills in permaculture, or farming, or hunting rabbits for stew. Can already fish but shitty baiting the hook, with old zen shiatsu trained skills back from early 90s till life took another trajectory of its own. I gave a good go of emboding that manifesting, but could only whip up a mean salad with some juicy rosemary sirloin steaks at best and at worst a clip round the ears. Arrived instead at just plain ordinary i and go back to the previous thinking on the law of dimishing returns which applies to manifesting, in more you want, the more you want, the less the high after a certain point where all your needs are already met.

Im not sure if wealthy people are really content or happy with themslves in the reailty of a terrible world to many others, and how could one be truly happy given the state of affairs unless a state of feather the own nest attutide. My perception is that every living person witn cognition should feel aspects of their being with some meloncholony. That would then only be humane. And perhaps under that premise, concludes many people are actually inhumanian, not from intentially doing something to harm or restrict access to another to survive, but just by the idea if someone is really truly happy of no element of meloncholy. Not even working around dying on earth people was i desensitised but rather compartmentalised to do the job. And yet ot is doificult to fathom one devoid of any sadness as a reasonably expected to emotion of any person in life unless living in a bubble . And in that bubble says many things in itself, given ignorance to many is bliss but the question is that then really ignorance but a choice that says something in itself. Returning to answer myvown question that most people feather only their own nest and conditioned to do so.

Happy with meloncholny though not to be mistaken as not experiencing great joy in parts of the day, some all day, some not but also with a "content to be discontent in some things, so to be content in many things" each then so reliant on the other.

Most people i meet treat me like an imbecile and often get by other women the forced smile and condensding uplifting shrug of the shoulders like scripted reaction when meeting a baby or infant. Being either unemployed known by some, especially increases that occurance or when out and about and femine looking. I dont know about this phenomia and why my experience and not many others but one day i may figure it out. Only certain 'types' do that and havent yet put thise types in a written or audio description but they emit certain mannerisms and personalities yet dont do it to all females to be mimimised and feel perhaps something i give off why some, what i call 'bitches' do this. Perhaps i should place a pronoun of dumb bitches who perhaps see something in myself that i myself am not fully aware of to trigger their actions ? A bit puzzling, and nor did i like that shit as an infant and aware of it then, and why the fark me and not the girl next to me so exclusive.

Not planning, to move straight away. just putting the feelers out there whilst tying up old loose strings.

If someone(s) a place in future and happy to tell me about how they like to live and how the place runs, goodo, detail is good and appreciate the effort if express interest in offering a new home space with who human and furry friends if any?

I would like a tenant to include a dog, but not of my own.

Cats...something about cat people, if just a cat n no dog. Strange to me, and with cats, i find them untrustworthy whilst cat lovers oppose saying a cats attention is privilaged and its acceptable their own cat just swipes them sometimes or often for being nasty just because its part of their nature. I hear other things also but feel thats just gaslighting

On a light note, ive written a chapter so over and out.

Sincerely
Kylie