High Time

Life on the top of the bottom

“Don’t you get lonely living way out there all by yourself?” Peace asks as he sharpens the curving scythe blade with a smooth dark whetstone.

“It beats the alternative,” I reply. “Besides, hardly anyone else can handle living with themselves in that neck of the woods. And I’m not really alone,” I admit, nodding at Wonder Boy, who’s examining Peace’s latest attempt at producing a hand-made replacement shaft for his gardening implement. “The kids are out there with me almost every weekend.”

“I suppose that would make a big difference…”

“And someone has to look after all the plants and animals in paradise; it’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.”

“You’re well placed for it. I remember hiking out that way in the middle of the Killiecrankie blockade; it’s a pretty wild place, fairly remote. But you reckon a logger has moved in next door?”

“He’s doing a decent job with a little portable mill; not too destructive, and he’s pretty careful with habitat. Besides, it has to be possible to take regrowth hardwoods out of the recovering rainforest without destroying everything; in fact, if we want the rainforest to recover we’ll have remove the fire-prone trees and replace them with the original species, which are far more sensitive.”

“You need those eucalypts for a primary canopy,” agrees Rob as he sips some tea. A small raptor hovers over his shoulder, wings fluttering in the overheated summery air above the garlic patch. “That’s about all that comes up and survives in full sun, along with wattles and casuarinas…”

“And if we don’t remove the gums from the recovering rainforest that’s coming up under that primary canopy, the place will revert to a pyrophytic regime…”

“ ‘Fire loving’ ” Rob explains.

“…Particularly bad with global heating – and everything will burn until it’s all eventually rocky desert scrubland.” I indicate Peace’s recent plantings, where clusters of shrubs and wee saplings hug the brown-soil banks of a trickling little stream that was once overshadowed by millennial rainforest giants. “You’re lucky to be able to get rainforest to grow in the blazing sun here at the bottom of the valley, but up on the hills it’s different.”

“Drier, you mean?”

“Unless you’re right in the base of the clouds – and nowhere around here is that high, except Killiecrankie. We have to make use of the eucalypt canopy…”

“As the only possible primary canopy,” interjects Rob, “to shade the rainforest as it comes up…”

“…but then we have to thin out the gums so the rainforest species can begin to predominate again,” I conclude.

“That’s what I keep telling the groups I plant trees with,” Rob agrees. “I tell them, ‘We’re engaged in an eight hundred year project to recreate an old growth forest’.”

“And that’s all it will take,” I concur, glancing at Wonder Boy, “or maybe a thousand. Of course, we won’t tell them it’ll take more like ten thousand years to recreate the forest that was here before it was all trashed and burned by the cedar getters and farmers – that could seem discouraging. And if we replant the crucial target species we can speed the whole process up.”

Peace hefts his scythe, checking its balance. “Which species do you mean?”

“For starters, the seeds that were only ever transported by humans.”

“Like Bunya nuts?” Peace suggests.

“Aye,” I concur, “and quandongs, for instance, or burrapines; all the big nuts and seeds that we humans require, any that are otherwise only carried by gravity.”

“Not by wind or birds or animals you mean,” Wonder Boy clarifies.

“That’s right. And catalytic species,” I add, “like nitrogen fixers and bird attractors.”

“What’s a rainforest nitrogen fixer?” Peace considers. “Like a wattle, you mean?”

“Or one of those.” I point toward a nearby hill on the communal land, where the large amenities block is shaded by stands of trees. “Black beans, coral trees, even ice cream beans…”

“Ice cream beans? Are they native?”

“They are, a little further up north.”

Perhaps you, too, are fed up to the gills with living in a civilisation whose simple catchcry is “MORE!”, where teeming billions are encouraged to live unexamined lives in mediocre cultures devoted to yesterday’s heroes and tonight’s microwaved dinner, mesmerised by radiation-spewing plastic prepackaged entertrainment. Perhaps not. Perhaps you view all this rootless basking in luxuriously consumptive waste as enjoying paradise on Earth. Perhaps you think we ought to enjoy it while it’s here – and why not?

We could live lifestyles of identically interesting, rewarding and artistically baroque levels without trashing the planet and sawing off the branch of the tree of life we all depend on. But while every action we take reduces our span on Earth (due to the interlocked facts that we’re using resources at an unsustainable rate and poisoning ourselves and the ecosystem into the bargain) it’s unwise to feed the ravening beast of planetary death with our energies. It’s stupid to keep frittering away the only real chance to live long, happy and healthy lives we’ve had for the last few millennia!

Everything a modern city-dweller eats, drinks, breathes and touches is tainted and toxic. It’s remarkable how resilient humans really are, managing to live until seventy or eighty despite the fact they’ve been thoroughly poisoned and substantially debilitated for decades.

It’s possible for every person on planet Earth to live lifestyles as rich – and far more rewarding than – the wealthier people in the USA, if we only clean up our act. The only reasons the Earth can’t sustain our crazily expansive global civilization are that we waste so much, and our energy czars are addicted to making money from toxic fossil fuels (including, of course, Uranium) that we blithely hurl into our air and water.

There’s more than enough to go around, and more ways to extract clean energy from the myriad energy sources that surround us than are dreamt of by textbook writers (see the free energy links at New Illuminati, for instance). All that’s really required to save the world is a change of viewpoint, and a change of heart. Would you like to tell your grandchildren you contributed to the destruction of their ecosystem by working at a mindlessly destructive job and filling your time and space with toxic crap, or explain how we managed to turn it all around, and grasp victory from the jaws of defeat by becoming smarter, more ingenious and compassionate?

What do you want to tell yourself on your last day on Earth? It’s high time to rethink all our lives, and get on with the things we’ve been putting off for so long. Live a little, or more than a little, in the wide green world outside your window – and let your kids run free. You don’t have to be lean to be green, but hey, friends, fat kills.

Turn on. Tune in. Opt out. Friends are waiting beyond the walls.

- R.A.

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The New Illuminati

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Echidna

Sandy Echidna

Ongoing Project

Endless Crusade

Religion poisons everything, but war makes hell on Earth

The new millennial anti-Islamic crusade is progressing apace. Throughout carefully massaged histories written by victors, regional conflicts and major wars have usually been caused by off-the-shelf lies and unconvincing fabrications. This is nothing new; most conflicts are wrought for ‘reasons’ utterly different to those provided to gullible populations of sporty team players and nationalistic ignoramuses.

Everyone knows the one-sided war in Iraq (truly a massacre of innocents, using overwhelming asymmetrical force) was based on so-called ‘sexed up’ intelligence reports. Who did the sexing up – the bald faced lying – that made this all possible? It was lying lawyer/politicians that you probably voted for. Everyone knows the leaders of the ‘free world’ lied to their own citizens as thoroughly as they misled all the other peoples of Earth.

Anyone with half a brain could see what was happening prior to the year 2000, when US Republicans lied and cheated their way back into the White House while the world watched aghast. They’d earlier publicly promised they’d do whatever it took to regain the reins of power - just as, bold as brass in the knowledge that no-one would hold them to account for their crimes, they announced in early 2001 that they’d henceforth be altering intelligence reports. Which is the party that the military perpetually backs and fills and votes for, after all? Who butters the warmongers’ bread – and who recalls that since the 1980s the US economy has been designed to run on war? Without war not only would Amerika fail to dominate the rest of the world, but its economy would immediately collapse. Despite apparent recent changes in voter patterns and in the general zeitgeist, the Bush dynasty of Emperor Georges I and II ended the promise of US democracy and snuffed out the light of liberty. But the writing’s been on the wall for decades.

Credible threats have been thin on the ground since World War Two, and ever since that time most large scale wars and minor military incursions have been based on incredible threats and outright lies. Since the 1970s (at least) ‘intelligence’ has filled the news with subtle and unsubtle prods encouraging Western people to see a war against Islam as inevitable - even as desirable to superstitious fools who think of religions as football teams. The same malefactors have twisted the minds of gullible people in the Islamic world, turning them into a formfitting complement of purblind brutalising warriors.

Defacto crusades can be made to last forever, spilling profits into the coffers of corporate warmongers as swiftly as they spill the blood of innocents into oil-tarred sands. They certainly did so the last time around, when the feudal monarchies of the world conspired in an endless centuries-long struggle to conquer a distant ‘holy land’ and murder any who stood in their way. Those who forget the lessons of history…

Killers for Christ

Everyone knows the Iraq war was based on a lie, and yet the fighting goes on and on and on – longer now than all the bloody years of World War One or Two. Everyone with a memory should recall that hawkish US warmongers planned to invade Afghanistan long before the fabricated emergency of 9/11. They should realise that the ‘Patriot Act’ had been prepared long before that false flag attack, readied to turn the land of the free into a terrified homeland free of the brave and bereft of regard for truth or honour.

It’s obvious now that Weapons of Mass Destruction were always a lie. Many thousands stood in the streets and denounced the lie even before the Long War began. All those intelligent farsighted protesters were derided as ‘unpatriotic’ and ‘cowardly’ and the juggernaut war rolled over millions of innocent people – millions of deaths which fed the maw of bestial corporate clowns in the corridors of power.

A CIA front organisation called ‘al Qaeda’ was stitched up with a crime committed by smiling politicians and their shadowy puppetmasters. Where is this deadly group of terrorists today? Right where they always were – they only exist in the imaginary world of Misters Fixit, the gunman Cheney and brutal Rumsfeld; selling news for Mister Murdoch, NBC, ABC and all the rest of the pile of lowest common denominator crud-sellers, who can’t understand why people won’t believe their lies as readily as they once did.

Has anyone in Amerika – or all their ‘allies’ in crimes against the Afghan people – noticed that the war is no longer against the fictitious al Qaeda, but someone else entirely - the indigenous Taliban? How could this happen, without anyone seeming to notice? Hasn’t anyone read 1984? Hasn’t anyone heard of the historical Great Game, or noted contemporary movents of billionaire-owned gas and oil through vulnerable pipelines in these unstable territories?

And the corporate liars and soap-sellers of the co-opted and mediated mass media have the hide to deride the independent commentators of the Internet. Oil’s ain’t oils and power is power; it’s almost as simple as that.

Meanwhile, the real perps have got away with mass murder as usual! They’re still raking in billions and trillions, laughing all the way to the banks they own as they suck the world dry. Look at oil, at cars and tanks, at GMO foods, nuclear power and weaponry, insecticides, patented lifeforms, bullets and guns; their filthy hands desecrate everything they touch. All substantial manufacturers and miners are owned and/or controlled by the perpetrators of these crimes against humanity, along with the Fortune 500 and any profitable company backed by self-blinding shareholders.

There’s no need to blame scapegoat Jews or the Sultan of Brunei - the pillars of your society are rotten to the core; all your heroes have feet of clay and foreign holiday homes stuffed with cash and servile slaves. They’re the same old barren-minded robber barons of yore, still dressing their corpulent corporate frames in silken cloth and gilded fripperies – and the peasants they own are still too stupid and preoccupied to notice they’re being fattened for slaughter.

How could Amerikans – whose nation was forged in protest and revolt against distant murderers, tyrants who ruled with a sense of unending entitlement, stand by and allow this to happen to their country – and, because of this dereliction, to the entire world?

Long Time, Short Memory

All these events have been on the drawing board for a VERY LONG TIME. When I heard what was planned for the New Millennium back in the 1970s, the events of our era had already been plotted, believe it or not. Yet it seemed outlandish to expect educated populations to Fall for these age-old tricks, even if they’d still worked so well in the trumped-up Vietnamese phoney war. It seemed unlikely that an unending ‘crusading’ war wouldn’t be seen for what it was by the newly educated populations of wealthy nations – an endless money-making exercise in a new incarnation of the same old Royal Game.

It seemed unlikely that the world’s people would be blinded to the death of the planetary ecosystem and the rape of a dying world by the fog of manufactured wars; unlikely that they’d fail to see what was happening under their very noses, crimes committed by their own hands. Unlikely they’d allow the Nazis to take over again, or fail to recognise the same old wolves kitted out in the same old daggy wool.

It seemed foolish to believe that the broken-backed Nations of Islam could be conflated with a ‘credible threat’ that would ensure continual profits for power mongers – or that the ruined Temple of Solomon might eventually become an excuse to start World War Three and implement global control or genocidal policies of conquest; but believe it or not, this madness is still on the cards and the worst is probably yet to come, for the self-proclaimed King of the World desires to be crowned in an establishment befitting the ancient credentials of Rex Mundi.

I was obviously as naïve as all the war-loving dolts in Christendom and Islam.

If you keep people numb and dumb and ensure some or many fall through huge gaps in inadequate social safety nets as examples to the rest, the fearful mug punter will swallow pretty well anything – even tranquillising rat poison in their tapwater and biocides sprayed on their food. Anyone foolish enough to tell them they’re poisoning themselves and their kids will be derided or attacked. As we’ve seen throughout times past, most coopted football-worshipping proles will roll over and present their bellies or loins to grinning death’s head tyrants when real rightist Nazis take over their societies through guile and stealth. They’ll ignore what’s happening so long as it doesn’t happen to them (until it’s too late), blaming ‘socialists’ and ‘do-gooders’ for the demise of liberty while they cry out to unseeable sky gods to save them from themselves.

As I write, the second huge dust storm in as many weeks (supposedly a once-in-a-lifetime event) is coated my lungs with irreplaceable powdered soils, blown thousands of miles from a landscape desiccated by bare dirt farming and daft desperate cattle ranching on unsuitable land. The dust of ages flees to the seas and fertilises this surviving green fragment of a once global paradise, where I type on a solar-powered laptop. The radio news (this slice of paradise is thankfully too far out for TV) is full of meaningless daily financial weather reports and monetarist fluctuations while the real thing – the collapse of the world ecosystem - goes unreported; unprecedented earthquakes, typhoons, tsunamis, landslides, dust storms and even mass murder apparently pales to insignificance compared to a daily rote reading of uneconomical facts and temporary figures.

Even as I write, the apocalypse has already begun; the winds and tides will grow stronger and wilder and civilization will be swept away in a single human lifetime – and all people seem to want is someone (else) to blame for their predictable private woes. Unlikely as it seems, we can still turn it all around. But I’m just jaded enough to believe it probably won’t happen, because people are too selfish to give up a few minor luxuries, too greedy to stop working at soul-sucking jobs that destroy the planet.

They’d prefer their children die before their time, rather than plant a few trees and stand up to their boss, or stand in front of bulldozers that are killing the one true Mother of us all. They prefer to borrow irreplaceable time with plastic cards to buy useless crap from monstrous killers. They prefer to watch rigged corporate sport and dopey game shows, rather than stand up to be counted in the only struggle that really counts – the honourable quest to save the world, preserve the forests and animals and free the people from the unnecessary yokes of stock markets, murderous billionaires and the pervasive illusion of money.

Democracy has already been snuffed out, not just in Amerika but in most other nations and corporations. Time to resurrect it. That’s one real task facing us all, and a far easier job than the rehabilitation of the planet. How can the will of humankind be heard and acted upon in this Brave New Millennium? How can we salvage victory from the ashes of this woeful defeat of all that is good in our hearts and minds? How can we forget the religiously ingrained dreams of apocalyptic ruin and stupid mass death and replace these old superstitions with something more positive? How can we rise above the lies that our parents believed, and stuffed down our throats with fearful glances over hunched shoulders?

It’s the end of the world as we know it. We have to change our hearts or die. It’s as simple as that. It’s up to you. See you in paradise – a paradise on Earth! The other options aren’t worth considering, and besides; no-one will be allowed off the planet until they’ve cleaned up their mess!

- R.A.

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The New Illuminati

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Save the World from RamPage

TimeSpace

RingWood )

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The Prince of Centraxis

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Liquid Dreaming

Life on the bottom of an atmospheric ocean

When it rains in the rainforest, it pours. The blasting heat had become enervating, each footstep a crackling portent of fiery energies to come - of fire or electricity relentlessly moving closer, ready to manifest as bushfire or thunderstorm. The choice was an easy one to make.

I adjusted the neo-Reichian cloudbuster to draw ambient moisture into the crater of the ancient volcano that surrounds this part of the Great Southland, eliciting a particular form of manifestation from the flow of ‘soft electrons’ leaking into this plenum through the vortexial action created by this simple little device. Unlike Wilhelm Reich’s first cumbersome pioneering models (celebrated in Kate Bush’s Cloudbuster clip; see it on UTube), this version is a wonder of simplistic engineering, with no moving parts at all!

Suffice to say I tell none of my neighbours of these weathermaking efforts. While most enjoy rain after two months with barely a drop, they all dislike floods. I’m still fine-tuning my application of the device, and so far this year we’ve had an unprecedented series of five major floods. Live and learn. After the last one I ensured the cloudbuster was set up on this side of the river, where I usually hang, so I could access and readjust it in an emergency.

When this week’s deluge arrived we had eighteen inches of rain in eighteen hours, after which I reset the cloudbuster to raise the clouds above the level where they’d produce rain; just as well it was on this side of the river! The bridges to town had already gone under and the road itself had disappeared in a couple of locations, carried away amidst landslides and the rampaging gully-raking waters, but the rain thinned and lifted over the next hour and the dam behind my building project is filled to the brim.

When the rains really come down in this gorgeous gorge country the hills truly come alive with the sound of music. The screaming waterfalls, singing streams, raging rivers and the rumbling rocks making rapid neo-glacial progress down all their bedrock courses combine with the torrential rain to produce what many would term ‘audial hallucinations’ – but to a shaman like me they’re a fugue of richly resonant frequencies, conspiring with my inner ear to create audio holograms filled with uncanny meaning, sonic auguries that delight the hearing of this particular her(m)etic musician. There’s no shortage of melodies, riffs or beats; in order to ‘create music’ at times like these all a musician has to do is pluck the sounds from living creation and emulate them as best one can.

The living world is a sentient landscape, continuously passing messages into the open ears and dreaming minds of all who sail in her, cohabiting with myriad other lifeforms who call this waterworld Earth their home. Symphonic music, complex rhythmic beats, massed choirs and murmuring voices arise from the interplay of the elements amidst a watery dancing field of innumerable intersecting wavelengths. Coherent sounds arise out of the endless white noise, telling anciently relevant tales, singing freshly resurrected songs of all the strange scenes the primordial rocks and soils have witnessed as they ride the whirlybird world round the whorl of the Milky Way galaxy.

All our perceptions of the universe arise from such intersecting waves, meeting at the infinite parallax point of your consciousness.

Old lessons are never forgotten while the landscape retains its essential character, shape, integrity and biological identity. Whenever anything changes everything in this hologrammic universe subtly alters and the song is transposed to a different key of meaning – but the songlines keep singing for those with an ear to hear the seminal music they continue to carry from moon to moon and epoch to epoch. Ancient wisdom is always available, pouring through the holey sieve of reality and cascading around every woman, child and man who pauses for a moment of quiet contemplation or dances with frenetic steps to keep up with the everturning tide.

Another day in paradise without having to make the trip to a fussbudget town is always a godsend, and it only took two days for the waters to subside enough to access the nearest internet connexion – a fifty klick round trip into the nearest village to update the New Illuminati and the Prince of Centraxis sites (see below). My Geocities sites all disappeared into the volatile maw of digital history just last week, along with ALL the free sites hosted by Yahoo Geocities. If you want to build a site with them now, it has to be linked to a credit card; doubtless photo ID soon, too, and your biometric data and sexual history to boot.

But for now the nearest village remains a bumpkin bastion of bucolic mediocrity, with only three or four surveillance cams to oversee the two thousand locals who call the township and entire surrounding region home; one of these cameras stares down at me when I set up the laptop at the broadband-connected building. “Enough rain for you?” the government sponsored internet café’s proprietor asked with one eyebrow suspiciously cocked; he’s heard me talk to the local alchemist (who volunteers at the establishment once a week) about the cloudbuster. If I’m lucky he still doesn’t take me seriously…

Meanwhile, a hundred thousand years of soil is washed away downstream and dumped on the bed of the swelling ocean. The farmers (mainly graziers, actually, with no real claim to the knowledge carefully accrued and stored by real sons and daughters of the soil, who literally preserve the earth) and loggers spent more than a century trashing all the rivers and every little waterway they could lay their axes and cattle on, and now the price is being paid by us all.

The rivers must be replanted with filtering fringes of trees to stop deathly desiccating evaporation and the continual collapse of the banks, which fill in the deep waterholes as they make their way to the ocean, rendering the cool water warm and lifeless. After a few decades all the soil washes away, the rivers jump their banks and destroy the paddocks, and the farmers stand around scratching their heads in a rocky denuded desert. It happens to the best of civilizations.

We need to start paying attention and paying more than lip service before the wellsprings of life run dry, as they already have in much of the world. We need to replant rainforests along all our waterways (they also make great carbon stores, firebreaks, habitat and wildlife corridors for endangered creatures) and fence out the cattle that illegally graze these public lands – for that’s what the verges of every stream are, not private booty but part of the common wealth. The farmers won’t replant and fence the and; most of them break the law every day by grazing cattle right in the rivers and cutting down any tree or sapling that threatens to take up a square yard of money-grubbing grass.

Strangely sensible laws have been in place for more than a century in most parts of the ‘civilized’ world. Destroying riverbanks has been illegal in most places for a very long time, but governments routinely turn a blind eye to malfeasance unless complaints are made. So you have a choice; plant more (non-combustible rainforest) trees along the nearest river or stream, or make a complaint to your nearest government agency responsible for water or soil if you can’t be bothered. Or perhaps both.

Either way, the land needs a hand from more sensible people who’ll come and live with it and heal its wounds; the past generations of pioneer thugs have had their chance and can’t be trusted to do the right thing while the siren song of money has deafened their ears to the music of the planet’s tears.

Of course, none of this mindless destruction would occur if people realised there’s no sense or reason to keep, kill and eat dead animals. But then, civilisations have always destroyed necessities to create temporary luxuries.

The world is crying out for a change, and the only real change is always in you. As for me – I’m only a fig of the image nation, another nut hanging from the Tree of Life planting seeds and seedlings in whatever soil I happen upon.

Meanwhile, fresh mulberries, apples, raspberries and strawberries are a deliciously sweet breakfast as the river sings songs of home, and this laptop is sucking up photons while another twenty trees are ready to go into the ground on this fine wet day. Paradise, anyone?

- R.A.

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The Her(m)etic Hermit - http://hermetic.blog.com

The Prince of Centraxis

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alien humans on planet earth

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Snags

Ancient Perspectives and Blind Modern Groping

When I reached to grasp the nurseryman’s handshake he withdrew shattered remnants of healed-over flesh from the pocket of his baggy shorts. He introduced himself and grasped my proffered hand with the stumps of two fingers and the nubbin of an amputated thumb.

The biannual little plant fair in the local village was dusted with windborne scrapings from the far deserts, and the desiccated salt-crusted bed of distant Lake Eyre was soughing down on all and sundry like finely sieved flour. The surrounding landscape of rolling hills was rendered into a stylistic smudge of hillcrests rising from a greyish miasma that blocked out the daylight in a partial eclipse. The Sun had burned with an uncommonly sharp bite for the previous few weeks, but now the world was cloaked in grey and the solar bite was replaced with that of the chill ill wind.

A supertyphoon was massing over Southeast Asia and Half Past Human’s roving webbots had retrieved data suggesting dire cataclysms around the September Equinox. This led the website’s authors – who employ sophisticated algorithms that retrieve clues to the zeitgeist of the collective consciousness, on the premise that if individual humans are (at least) subconsciously psychic, then the collective babble of humanity as expressed on the worldwide web must be orders of magnitude more so – to make a prediction that has since borne spectacular fruit.

The site had previously made some notably accurate prophecies regarding the 2008 financial meltdown, among quite a few others. Their prognostications regarding recent seismic events – beginning almost three months ago, which is about the self-proclaimed limit of accurate forecasting for Half Past Human – indicated dangerous volcanic (or seismic) activity around the Pacific rim around the end of September, when the equinox falls.

This prediction is a remarkable near miss at the very worst, and in the light of the unprecedented – in both frequency and magnitude – run of recent earthquakes and resultant tsunamis this result should be considered accurate for all intents and purposes. It must be adjudged as evidence for the efficacy of HPH’s method, and perhaps for a fundamental concomitant truth; that humankind has the capacity to see beyond the veil of time.

Day after day the Earth rebelled in a chain of lethal rumbles, ranging from Indonesia to New Guinea, Tonga, Samoa and the isle of Santa Cruz - zones situated around the so-called Ring of Fire that girdles the planet like a twisting magmatic serpent. Tsunamis rose from the chaotic seas and populations dashed from crumbling buildings and made for higher ground, with the memory of the great killer Southeast Asian tsunami still fresh in the minds of many.

One may be forgiven for thinking that these events only seem remarkable because we have an accurate grasp of seismic events in the 21^st Century. It’s a little-considered fact that since just before the dawn of the 20th Century we’ve been able to detect all quakes occurring anywhere on the globe with a magnitude of six or greater. There were a handful of such quakes in the first decade of the last century, and only a few more in the next decade. Quakes with a magnitude of seven or eight on the Richter scale were virtually unknown until recent decades, and have now become very familiar to millions of victims around the world. The frequency and magnitude of earthquakes has increased in a steeply rising curve across the globe over the course of the last hundred years.

This is only to be expected. The planet is warming in more ways than one and the crust is beginning to show the strain. Extraterrestrial and anthropogenic sources of heating are shifting vast masses of displaced ice and water around the world. The oceans weigh more than most people image and the planetary crust is thinned into shallow-bottomed basins by their mass, sunken between the thicker encrustations of continents.

Additional water flowing into the seas from the poles and melting glaciers displaces so much weight that the fractious fault lines of the planet are suffering from even more stress and strain than from all drilling and mining, past underground nuclear tests, current geothermal experiments, and innumerable other sundry damages caused by purblind burrowing humankind, in the unexamined treadmill quest for meaningless monetary progress.

It’s obvious that the old feudal paradigm will no longer suffice to meet the needs of the planet, or the requirements of the upgraded specimens of humanity many aspire to be and become. The best time to change our ways utterly, to find new methods of thriving on a healthy planet, is also the best time to plant fruit and nut trees – twenty years ago. But today is still a viable second best, while next year will be far too late.

Loggerheads

The nurseryman shook my right hand with the stump of his. Such injuries are common among mill workers in the local timber and beef cattle towns, here on the east coast of Oz. Many digits or limbs have been severed or crushed in the quest to wrest money from the hard, hard wood of the eucalypt forests cloaking the rugged foothills of the Great Dividing Range.

Almost all such crippling injuries were delivered in devastating accidents with spinning blades, fast-moving belts or machinery, or sudden smashes by crushing loads of heavy wood. Very few of these once common stigmata are the result of insurance jobs – in which a finger could be swapped for a few thousand measly bucks – but such happenings are hardly unknown in impoverished, ignorant and desperate settings.

The nurseryman – who gave me a lopsided smile from beneath a typical mill worker’s cap – was selling Bangalow Palms he’d grown from seed on his hobby farm-sized lot just outside town. The youngest boy was with me, and both of us were looking pretty wild and woolly in the harsh dusty windstorm that knocked his potted palms flat with its blustery gusts. Even whilst Wonder Boy was picking pots up for him, the grizzled sunburned soul started a tirade against ‘those damn greenies’.

Greenies were ‘stopping men from making an honest wage’, ‘stopping them from cutting down useless old growth trees – just rotten wood, not worth a damn,’ and ‘stopping them letting some sunlight in for the saplings’; they were ‘all dupes of a city conspiracy, sucked in by people who reckoned carbon dioxide caused global warming’, and ‘there are plenty of trees, and the only endangered species is the farmer, because of the stupid rules they’re expected to follow’ (not that many do in the vast and convoluted landscapes of the Great Southland – inadequate environmental regulations are rarely enforced and the land is only overseen by its so-called ‘owners’); yet his rave unravelled onward and on with nary a word of dissent from me. After a number of similar fusillades, this human stereotype completed his rave with a dig at ‘those stupid greenies who stop you pulling logs and snags out of the river – from tidying things up and making them safe and neat.’

I was tempted to mention that the government had been paying good money for such logs and snags for years now, and was trucking them across hundreds of kilometres of (now) treeless desert and dry blowaway grass to the once mighty Murray River, where they were putting the tree trunks back into the near-lifeless water – to replace those pulled out and burned by misguided speedboat-owning, oil-spewing bank-trashers and destructive neatness freaks. After pulling billions of trees from the verges of the mightiest river system on the continent, there are literally none left along incredibly long stretches of this infamously trashed national waterway - no protection of washaway soil, no stabilisation of crumbling banks, no shade to prevent evaporation, and no common sense, environmental awareness or scientific intelligence.

But what would be the point of arguing with him? He was too old and debilitated to do any more damage to rivers or forests, too crusty to change his ways, and far too belligerent to seriously consider making the attempt; not with my wide-eyed ten year-old in tow at the gossipy local village plant fair. I went and spoke to the other stallholders, almost all of whom proved to be card-carrying greenies, all selling wide ranges of various species of local and exotic trees and other plants, while the soil of the continent blew overhead and made algae bloom in the far Pacific, while Mother Earth prepared to toss and tumble, turn and grumble not far below.

The next day I ran into man-mountain Brian, erstwhile head man in the local Aboriginal Land Council. He beamed down at me over his whitening beard as we stood by the new surveillance camera set onto the

token clock tower in the midst of Main Street and discussed local and broader events. After a while and out of the blue he proceeded onto the topic of snags in the river. “You know they’re pulling out all the logs again,” the elder said, “and half of the jiddi logs, too.” ‘Jiddi’ is the cobera worm, a favourite delicacy among the few local tribes that have access to this locally distributed seasonal rarity; I’ll probably not discuss it further in this public forum – not unless the elders say otherwise.

“No cover for the fish, and you know what’s worse if you pull them all out?” he asked with a rhetorical air. “The rivers silt up. If you leave those logs on the bends in particular, they sweep out all the gravel and silt in the floods. The bends stay deep and cool. If you don’t, the rivers silt up and dry out, like they have all around.”

I agreed, casting my mind’s eye back home, where a massive trunk sleeps at the perpetually deep bend in the crooked creek, providing a channel for currents that churn out the detritus of a century of land clearing and aggrocultural abuse – all on behalf of a crumbling pyramid of inedible cash in the distant anthill termite cities, whose non-conspiring willing workers flush the world away down toxic pipes and burn swathes through the world forest with each languid flick of a switch.

The daily casual damage to rivers, soils and the landscape in general is unbelievable to anyone with an ounce of common sense and a dram of eyesight, let alone foresight. I could rant and rave for hours about leaving the banks alone and keeping the cattle away from the broad filter strips we need to grow and maintain along all our streams and rivers – but what would be the point? These controls are already well-established in the laws of most advanced countries; laws so poorly enforced by lazy time-serving officials that the once pristine water in most waterways is toxic to humans and animals.

Unless you procure your drinking water from an unpolluted sky (ho ho) or a pure groundwater source (ha ha), the stuff in your taps is laced with stultifying aluminium and chlorine, and don’t even start me on tranquillising sodium fluoride rat poison – just find out for yourself (you might read the recent EU judgement on the matter)! Pure water is a thing of the past in most places, and the modern industrial version they pump into your house is being rapidly privatised in a world where increasing scarcity means temporarily greater profits.

But not around here. We ‘greenies’ kept the forests around the upper catchments of this valley intact as we could, by standing up to the mighty bulldozers, implacable cops and standover merchants behind the curtain, who move their ignorant contractors and enforcers like pawns on a cutaway chessboard. We kept them from the rivers and the hills and from the ridges all around. Many of the rainbow warriors and earth defenders (derided as ‘dirty hippies’, ‘filthy ferals’, ‘stupid peasants’, ‘impressionable aborigines’ and ‘city greenies’) still do, every day - probably somewhere not far from where you’re sitting and reading at this very moment.

Out here in hippified swathes of countryside (that you probably haven’t seen or even heard of) we’re slowly witnessing the fruits of our labours turn greener and fresher, while the rest of the world turns a fecund planetary paradise into a toxic industrial wasteland under the tombstone catch-cries of ‘progress’ and ‘industriousness’. Most people won’t know the value of water until their own privatised well runs dry, and the taps finally deliver only grave dust from the desiccated heart of their vampirised Mother Earth.

Now witness the slow-motion apocalypse occurring before every punter’s dazed and overworked eyes – devastating changes are all happening in a geological eyeblink while we wander along, failing to notice the signs of impending demise, making a date with density.

The world is changing; it’s not just events which always occurred beyond our purview suddenly becoming apparent due to advances in modern communications. No. ’Fraid not. The writing’s on the wall, friend. Everybody knows.

There’s still time to discover your place in the real living world, away from the entrancing pneumatic throb of money and status. Find clean water. Plant a forest (but don’t build a house on the beach or under a volcano). Discover the true inner self you haven’t had time for. Become a snag in the mainstream – a sensitive new age guy, gent or girl, an eddy that slows the onrushing flow to the falls. Save the world. Save yourself. Love someone. Life is awaiting. Turn on. Tune in. Opt out together, today not tomorrow…

Start by clicking this screen that stands between you and the REAL world off – or not. The choice is up to you; red pill or blue?

- R.A.

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Power Is Power

Why is plenty of energy never enough?

Many conscientious people all over the planet have decided to take responsibility for the power they consume and employ. Many have come to realise a truth apparent to power mongers ever since the industrious revolutions spawned by the last uplifting Enlightenment - that electrical power is economic and political power, and those with the ability to produce and harness energy hold the keys to all modern Earthly kingdoms.

The focused application of energy makes all forms of slavery redundant – including wage slavery. Energy leaks through the world like water through a sieve, and we attempt to catch the deluge with devices little more advanced than paper cups. Even if we merely employ simplistic pre-millennial technologies like solar cells and wind turbines there’s far more than enough energy to go around. If centralised power systems (of all kinds) are allowed to fade into the shadow of the new distributed network of ‘free’ energy devices - a plethora of which have already been developed and patented - renewable and ‘free’ energy technologies will make free electrical and automotive power easily attainable by everyone.

All over the world, rooftops are sprouting arrays of electricity-producing cells and coastlines and hilltops are slowly being utilised for clean wind, wave and tidal generators to feed famished and overstretched grid systems. This is the beginning of the end for the old monopolist power mongers and their subordinate coterie of toxic war-based industries.

Yet even when environmentally aware people install a large array of solar electric panels on their rooves, the many kilowatt-hours attained by use of solar cells don’t seem to provide enough energy to run a family home. This is an artefact of old-style distribution networks emanating from a centralised source and the industries that evolved with them, all of which are very poorly equipped to use local power supplies efficiently.

Drawing on thirty years’ experience with various arrays of solar cells, we hippy dwellers in the remote bush have never had to contend with supplying power to a 240 or 120 volt national grid. A few panels have always been more than enough to provide for our needs – if we don’t make the mistake of trying to use appliances designed for mains power. Most of these devices are hopelessly wasteful instruments which are literally designed to burn electricity and convert it to heat – a good little money earner for the power station and grid owners of yesteryear!

The unfortunate truth is that most of the electricity generated at power stations is lost in transmission down antiquated metal wires. The fraction that arrives at your home is an unnecessarily high voltage current which must be stepped down – transformed - to run almost all of your gadgets or appliances. Almost all of your equipment runs on less than twenty-four volts, and the rest of the power is ‘transformed’ to make it usable to your equipment. The transformers in your appliances literally burn off all the ‘excess’ power as wasted heat; such is the legacy of primitive technological fixes and transmission systems, which were primarily designed to make political compromises more than a century ago, when electrical transmission was in its infancy. Alternative and more efficient systems have been systematically crushed by industrialists and financiers with invested interests in electrical and other power monopolies ever since.

If you connect the average recommended array of solar panels (or other generating equipment) up in a low voltage system, you’ll easily have enough energy to power your needs and you won’t need to use unstable inverters (power converters which burn large amounts of DC current to produce small amounts of AC power) at all; truly wasteful technologies like outdated high-consumption refrigeration and laundry appliances will be unusable exceptions to this rule, but they can easily be replaced with more sensible alternatives.

The real issue isn’t whether we can produce enough energy, but whether we can store it in something less toxic and short-lived than even the most up-to-date crop of battery technologies can provide. There are many solutions to this conundrum (including solar-thermal systems), but few are yet available on a domestic scale. Using Brown’s Gas (Hydroxy) to store power is one method; storing water at a height is a simpler idea for most people to grasp. *

Creating a low-voltage dwelling means your electrical supply is non-lethal and you can easily and legally construct your entire power system yourself. You don’t need to pay an electrician for much (or even any) of the work - but it may be wise to have a knowledgeable person take a good look at your particular design before you throw the ‘on’ switch. A low voltage system is easy to work with; a simple knowledge of basic electrical theory and components is all that’s required. Just as with a car (or dry cell) battery, there’s just one wire in, and one wire out; a few diodes, fuses and simple cheap regulators are all you’ll need to come to grips with, and many parts, components and even appliances can be cannibalised from old cars or other low-voltage vehicles for free – or you can buy them as spare car parts from recycler/wreckers.

If low voltage free energy systems can work out here in the bush, they can certainly work in the burbs. Creating a new flexible civilization with a distributed network of electrical generating systems is a very good idea. Selling excess power to the grid is far more viable if you aren’t burning off ninety percent of your power as wasted heat - whether or not you’re paying for it. But as we discover way out in the wilds, when the grid goes down – as it often does – only those with stand-alone power systems have any power at all. Storing power for your own needs – or accessing a continuous supply of energy, like a permanent running river or the electromagnetic field of the planet itself – is the optimal solution to one’s electrical requirements, whether or not we’re connected to the local grid.

Yes We Can

The most recent studies of clean power generators and efficient transmission systems assure us that the entire world’s base and peak load power needs can be provided by a few relatively small areas devoted to wind generators or advanced solar power stations. There’s no need to continue polluting the planet at all.

The reason we use oil, coal, gas and nuclear steam engines (that’s all our laughable so-called ‘hi-tech’ nuclear power plants really are) is not just because the people that really rule our societies are a bunch of misanthropic misfits without an ounce of vision beyond the blinkered view of medieval potentates. It isn’t solely due to the fact that these power mongers who have consistently and ruthlessly suppressed and smothered all significant breakthroughs for more than a century are devoid of true generosity or compassion,. It’s not just that many visionary researchers have been jailed or killed or ruthlessly oppressed, although such happenings have been surprisingly commonplace; the man who disappeared after running a car on water is not an urban myth, but a recurrent theme in the absurdist theatre of true life on this planet of carefully domesticated purblind primates.

Nonetheless, there are many patented methods for procuring ‘free’ energy, and many are easily explicable to the layman (see links below), regardless of what your school science teacher thinks or thought. We also have many alternatives that can be easily adopted and assimilated by our current levels of technical knowledge - systems that lie well within the realms of today’s workaday technological expertise.

Power Driving

It’s been many years since the visionaries at the Rocky Mountains Institute inaugurated a new perspective on energy with their introduction of the Hypercar concept. Releasing the design for a new hydrogen energy cell powered, co-generational hybrid vehicle into the public domain via the fledgling internet, these change agents created a system which was subsequently subverted by different manufacturers, who released various hybrid vehicles using conventional toxic fuels instead of hydrogen.

Hydrogen is far easier and cheaper to produce than the power mongers would have us believe. One clue to the reality of the situation is that one litre of water can produce more than a thousand litres of usable gas. The ratio is close to 1,300:1. Ecologically laudable as the latest generation of hybrids on today’s market may appear, the Hypercar concept had an overarching aim that extended beyond the provision of a world vehicle fleet which uses non-polluting fuel. Hydrogen energy cell powered vehicles are designed to be plugged into a socket when they reach their destination – not to recharge their batteries, but to provide power to the house or grid.

A Hypercar can power your house, or at very least feed lots of excess power into the grid; it’s both generator and storage system combined in one portable unit. The Hypercar generates so much excess power that a national fleet of such vehicles could power entire cities with no need for additional ‘conventional’ power generators at all! And they could power any number of remotely placed dwellings or facilities.

The first primitive instance of this system being applied occurred during a recent blackout in North America, when a Prius owner discovered that they could power the UPS that operated many of the appliances in their house by simply plugging it into their hybrid. He literally plugged the car directly into the power regulator (which many consumers use to safeguard their computers) and powered all his necessary appliances.

How much longer will we continue to tolerate the lies of headless dinosaurs who put momentary profits before life itself? How long until we realise we can provide almost everything we need for ourselves? All the tools we require to create a paradisiacal civilization that is truly civilized are already within our grasp. It’s high time we created a world far closer to the dreams of visionaries. Don’t wait for someone else to do it – the New Age is a DIY dream – or nightmare - come true; it all depends on which way you train yourself to jump. The choice is up to you.

We can create a much greater New Millennium if we devote our time to the things we believe in, instead of pushing treadmills to nowhere in an endless rat race.

Turn on. Tune in. Opt out.

- R.A.

PS – This article was written on a laptop powered by a solar panel in a fairly remote rainforest.

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Hybrid Powers House

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* Brown’s Gas

Water Power

The Venus Project

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Generation Future Warns Their Parents

Human Deification

Shaping the Planet(s)

Human history is littered by the ruins of megalomaniac ruling castes and self-absorbed civilisations, each and all convinced they were situated at the summit of evolutionary achievement. Many of these overachievers aspired to immortality by any means possible; emperors impressing their presences into the pliable clay of racial memory via the slave-powered artifices of edifice complexes, flatteringly elaborated epics or the primal endurance of prolific biological reproduction.

Modernish humans have been progressing through the ups and downs of planetary climate changes and extraordinary or mundane global catastrophes of various kinds for untold millennia. The species has been culled and shaped by what we currently regard as forces of nature - agencies which were viewed as conscious gods, spirits and Great Powers for most of human experience, in ages now relegated to superstitious realms of prehistory. Yet after centuries of advances in the physical sciences the most current ideas assure us that we truly know very little for certain about the nature of reality. The implications of many discoveries indicate that many assertions of the ancients may not have been so wrong after all.

Humankind is a self-tuning instrument and self-shaping tool, self-designed to adapt to a multiplicity of environments. Yet, like all life-forms whose business it is to circumvent the rote shadow play of apparent entropy in an infinite universe, we also alter the odds in our favour. All lifeforms shift the random patterns of chaos to fit their needs, whether they realise it or not; the process progresses continuously on a level of mind far more fundamental than the simian chatter of linguistically-based acculturated thought.

We shape the protoplasmic substance of the substrate of reality and continuously mould the matrix of the world and the web of life. To contact this implicitly instantaneous level of programming requires deep immersion in inner silence, an internal journey into the core of being, sans thought, sans dreams, sans desires, passion, expectation, scientific analysis or will itself. The passage through the portal of heaven is a needle’s eye, and any baggage you attempt to bring along becomes an anchoring millstone, blocking access to the centre of the celestial pool beyond the immortal gate of apparent death.

The continuous chatter of the linguistic mind is designed to protect us from harm, a repository of wisdom and knowledge that accumulates with time. It becomes our thought patterns, directing our actions and guiding us through the trials and storms of our domesticated primate childhood. During the course of our lives this pattern of guardianship - which is inexorably built into our very psyches - develops into a quasi-entity in its own right, becoming a self-conscious being for all intents and purposes; one that we soon identify with our own inner ‘self’.

This overriding monkey mind has been designed to operate within the realms of fear-driven needs, and it fears silence above all else. It equates stillness with extinction, and attempts to divert any attempt to reach a state of inner peace – and a realisation of one’s true nature - with endless distractions tailored to fit the passions and desires of its host and vessel. It rides and directs you in elliptical courses, revolving around the immortal core of being that is you, yourself, the eternal all-knowing presence that resides in your heart of hearts and at the still cyclonic centre of the mind; the silent witness that sees all, knows all, is intimately connected to the All.

We all reside within a universal holographic linkage of meaning that interconnects everything imaginable, and then some. You are inside everything, and everything is inside you. You are divine, psychically gifted, immortal and wise, and can divine the truth in any thing or being.

Yet the monkey chatters on, diverting you from the essential fact of your godhood with a fascinatingly dissembled essay on human divinity and the true role of the ascendant hominid species – the domesticated primate race that has styled itself the new kings and queens of Gaia’s much depleted planetary jungle. What could possibly challenge the sovereignty of the species that has enthroned itself at the apex of creation?

The simplest answer can sometimes be illumined by a question: What could have blinded us to the reality of our own nature? As we have interfered with the manifold processes of Mother Earth and her innumerable species of plants, animals and fungi, we have in turn been subject to many manipulations and interferences in the course of our development; repatternings, biological additions and excisions of which we have little memory, alterations which were often – but not always – created by our ancestors, ourselves. The species has developed a ‘protective’ amnesiac blind spot that largely occludes our awareness of the challenges to be found in the universe we create and inhabit.

The Anthropocene Era

All the lifeforms on this or any other planet are surfing through cosmic cycles, orbital variations and stellar variances. The spiralling cycles of time create local Earthly epochs of ice-capped stasis punctuated by short fiery seasons of change. In the last several million years, planet Earth has experienced no longer time of life-quickening warmth than the last ten-odd thousand years of relatively balmy weather.

An unwelcome fact has long been perceived by climatologists and geologists, based on mountains of data describing previous cycles in great detail; that the end of this warm interglacial period – the Holocene era which has seen the rise and fall of all historic civilisations (that arose after largely forgotten ‘antediluvian’ ice-age civilisations which seeded all similar subsequent outgrowths before the catastrophic end of the last glaciation) – appears to be well overdue. Based on all previous cycles an ice age is surely due sometime soon, though ‘soon’ is a malleable term, meaning anything from mere decades to a century or two, depending on a number of factors.

Glacial eras – Ice Ages – come in a series of small and grand cycles, and are characterised by planetary drying as well as cooling. All over the world, glaciers that have been trickle-feeding many of the rivers on the planet from vast frozen storage chambers, icecaps that have been sitting in place for periods of up to hundreds of thousands of years, are melting away in a dry-pan flash over mere decades.

Whether you believe humanity’s liberated waste gases are the prime cause of this warming or not, the entire human world is heating up and drying out. The fact that human civilisation usually destroys aquifers and soils and creates deserts where fertile ecosystems once flourished is beyond dispute. All empires of the past have fallen. Many were overrun by disenfranchised slaves, subjugated minorities and outcasts who’d been forced or coerced into building edifices for militaristic growth-addicted societies - but many more civilisations starved themselves to death and were smothered by their own waste products.

Can we be wise enough to learn to replant and water the world in time to avoid a similar fate? Can we stop polluting the planet and cease fouling our own nest? Can we share the bounty of the world more fairly? Can we seize the day and use the very real bogeyman of greenhouse gases to frighten ourselves into cleaning up our act? Great changes are afoot and we have to strike out in totally new directions if we’re to thrive, or survive.

Great ice ages and lesser glaciations have appeared in relatively regular patterns, and although their causes are still hotly disputed the relative regularity of their cycles is not. It’s quite true that in bygone ages, a buildup of global carbon dioxide often occurred after a planetary warming period had already commenced. This was often due to many interlinked factors, like volcanic upheavals triggered by extraordinary masses of water shifting around and disturbing the fractious fault lines of the globe, or continental forest fires triggered by planetary drying at the end of warm interglacial periods like our own.

Sometimes the causes of great changes were extraterrestrial – changes in the Sun’s output or close encounters with wandering neighbours – but great and lesser glaciations have occurred with surprising regularity since the time when the ancestors of Homo habilis wandered the plains of Africa.

Here we all are, approaching the dawn of an overdue desiccating ice age that would spell the ruin of all our aspirations and decimate the world’s population; and we’re pouring ‘greenhouse’ gases into the atmosphere like there was no tomorrow, seemingly incapable of reining in our greedy, comfort-blinded proclivity to pollute and despoil our air, water and soils. Could it be, after all, that the entire human species has been engaged on a collective endeavour whose scope has extended far beyond all crude interpretations of our undeniably destructive tendencies? Could it be that legions of domesticated primates have been laying bricks in the mortar of planetary salvation for centuries, all unknowing?

It has recently been suggested that the geological era known as the Holocene Epoch has drawn to a close, and the Anthropocene Epoch – the time when humankind began to shape the planet as thoroughly and surely as other natural forces – has already begun. While it’s true that variations of solar activity that occur as the Sun surfs its way around the galactic maelstrom of the Milky Way is the major driver of all climate change, humankind has now developed to the stage where its existence leverages all prevailing circumstances. The future is not inscribed in stony planets circling the Sun, but is writ by the collective will of consciousness itself.

Could it be that we’re steering the planet on a course through a coming storm, helping to guide the global ark to safe harbours and idyllic arbours, and somehow avoiding a sleety dash into the oncoming iceberg? If you dare to dream of the possibility of paradise on Earth it just may be possible - if you also plant enough trees and live the way you know is hearty and true. The new paradigm illuminated by the last century’s alchemical blending of physics and philosophy explains a simple significant truth - we literally create and pattern the matrix that underlies all physical reality.

Matter is only a shadow, a dancing interplay of sublimely intricate and interconnected waves whose source is the ephemeral nature of mind itself. On individual and collective scales we make small quantum shifts that alter the odds and tilt the template of randomness in our favour – in the directions most suited to ongoing life, exploration, growth, refinement and diversity. Acts which may appear primitive primate madness on a local scale may serve purposes unforseen by the semi-somnambulant monkey mind of a barely reawakening Humanity.

How else could we develop the ability to deliver payloads on rockets which could orbit the globe of the Earth and rise beyond its gravity well, but to engage in monumentally stupid wars that pitted the (allegedly) best minds of entire continents against each other in meaningless ant-like combative bouts of warlike competitiveness? How else could we force ourselves to look beyond our narrow feuding feudal horizons and develop the ability to send probes (and humans) to the planetary siblings of our Great Mother? How else could we be forced to face our greatest fear – the fear of species extinction – than to know that the power of life or death truly lay in our own hands? How else could we be induced to evolve beyond the biochemical dictates of the ancestral primate pack than to focus upon ourselves, and ask the simple seminal question; what do we really want?

There were doubtless many other, less destructive methods of achieving the beginnings of an awareness of our true nature and potential; but the Immortals work with the tools available at hand, painting schema not upon virgin canvas but on recycled palimpsests of forgotten pasts. The entire Earth has become a template upon which we all illustrate the evidences of our passions, hopes, fears and desires, a Tree of Life scarred by the graffiti of our love.

The Great Work of enlightened masters and mistresses and all the naïve fools of yore has won us all a dawning awareness of the fundaments of reality itself. Even as combative gladiators continue to disport in global arenas and the cut and thrust of biological addictions propels legions of primates into superannuated fantasies of feudal religiosity and destructive conquest, a new age of dream weavers imagines a world without fear. The ancient pre-interglacial Vedas have always proclaimed and elucidated the real nature of reality, the now the truer heirs of all human advancement and folly realise the difficult path faced by our newly maturing collective consciousness – that we are responsible for all that occurs to us, for the physical world is literally made of mindstuff, and so are we.

We are all the stuff of each other’s dreams, our actions all parts of a multiplex shared artwork involving and evolving our little patch of the multiversal hologram of timespace into unheralded realms of probability.

The next Great Ice age is almost upon us. Can it be that the proven human proclivity for venting large amounts of ‘greenhouse’ gases into the atmosphere can modify certain consequences of the grand cycles of time? Are we creating a cushion that can soften the effects of living through time on a spinning ball that’s orbiting a variable flaming cauldron of plasma – a buffer that might alter the hitherto unaltered cycles of desiccating death? Could we be doing the right things for the wrong reasons? Or is a webbery of conscious entities directing the actions of most humankind, puppeteering the species onward and upward to greater glories – and more demanding tasks?

Is our current awareness of the ramifications of our actions a sign that the species is maturing? Can we learn to modify our experiments more consciously and to paint our passion plays with non-toxic pigments? Can we learn to trust each other – and learn that we are each other? Do we dare to deserve to survive?

Immortals work with the tools at hand. Self examination has always been the key to true enlightenment – and immortality – and all answers await within, at the silent centre of the cyclone. Why not go there right now?

- R.A.

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