Last Saturday at the massive Freedom Day March in Melbourne, a woman in the crowd at Flagstaff Gardens pointed at me and said, “There’s The Freedom Man.”
I told this to one of the organisers later and he said to me that I wasn’t just The Freedom Man, I was now Australia’s William Wallace.
To day I was prevented from speaking at a much smaller but related Occupy Parliament protest and I think the reason given was that I talk too much about God.
If I cannot talk freely about God on the occupied steps of a corrupt government’s parliament, then my time in that movement is ended.
But it was an amazing experience.
I was able to lead thousands of people in chanting: “Freedom!”
I was able to press for police investigation of crimes committed by government against the people.
I was able to condemn what I see as the police state of Victoria on television.
I was able to appeal directly to many police officers present that it is not in their interests for a minority of police officers who had assaulted protesting citizens to appear to be above the law.
A Royal Australian Navy veteran who was disgusted with what he called government terrorism gave me his service medals because I was the first person he met who wanted them. (I was the first because I arrived hours before anyone else at a protest site where he was waiting.)
I was able to share my idea that, if God is the Word which is Logos which is rationality and discourse, then God is deeply embedded in freedom of speech and democracy.
I learnt important Djabwurrung phrases from a spiritual leader from that aboriginal nation. (My grandmother may have been one quarter Djabwurrung.)
This leader gave me the confidence to speak about Bunjil as a supreme spiritual force in Australia.
I met a profoundly wise and funny old man who saw himself as a wizard but came across to me like Moses.
I am sad that my involvement in this people power movement is over.
But, for me, expressing my faith in God freely comes first.
Geoff Fox, 22nd November, 2021, Terra Nullius