<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30418363</id><updated>2012-02-18T15:31:01.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYNTHAISSANCE CRYOBENTHICS</title><subtitle type='html'>A new paradigm for being a conscious being here and now on beautiful Planet Earth.  A cross between "synthesis", "renaissance", "cryogenics" and "benthic"..."a flowering of creativity that's extremely cool and very deep."  And  the name of a yahoo e-group I started in 2002, now with around 1800 members, mostly friends of mine. Cheers Jeff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jeff Wefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055962946869392042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/Sv3zrxbH7rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/__yqhQYZeWw/S220/wefflock+skrulusky.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30418363.post-5426974571865779681</id><published>2012-02-18T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T15:31:01.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW RADIO INTERVIEWS with JEFF PHILLIPS &amp; FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"   style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: table; font-size:inherit;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;tbody  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;tr  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: table-row; vertical-align: inherit; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: table-cell; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font: inherit; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: table; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;tbody  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;tr  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: table-row; vertical-align: inherit; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: table-cell; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font: inherit; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; color:#ffccff;"&gt;GREETINGS from CASTLE HILL.  We've been helping our dear friends Barry Brailsford and Cushla Denton to create some new blogs to get the word about on their extremely important work. We're going to help them produce a short video, as well as paint a chair for our friend in New Plymouth.  The world of internet radio has been calling on us recently to get the word out about what we do and about important global issues affecting life as we know her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;Listen to my in-dept interview on the "Up Over Down Under" radio show on 9 February with Joy Mahurin and Rose Paige of &lt;b style="text-decoration: none; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thecontrail.com"&gt;www.thecontrail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;Interestingly, we experienced an absolutely massive amount of what we were sure was electromagnetic interference/cyber-attack which caused numerous technical malfunctions...just as we were discussing topics like Anadarko Petroleum's use of technetronic weapons disguised as geophysical exploration systems, and the U.S. Navy being the greatest threats to the whales and dolphins.  After a lot of extra time and work on everyone's part, here's the show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392yshortcuts" id="yiv1065886392lw_1329600319_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392yshortcuts" id="yiv1065886392lw_1329605704_0"  style="text-decoration: underline; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;b  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHMzzpx-md4&amp;amp;feature=watch_response_rev"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHMzzpx-md4&amp;amp;feature=watch_response_rev&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rose has decided to have a break from the demands of doing this show and to go 'off-line' for a few weeks for healing purposes;  I volunteered to be co-host and/or regular 'guest' for as long as necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;Join us tomorrow, Monday 20 February at 1:00pm New Zealand time for the live broadcast of "Up Over Down Under".  On this show I'll be talking about the concept of 'geo-terrorism' and New Zealand historian/author Barry Brailsford &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.stoneprint.co.nz"&gt;&lt;b  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-width: initial; outline-"&gt;www.stoneprint.co.nz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.barry-brailsford.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b style="text-decoration: none; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;www.barry-brailsford.blogspot.com&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;will be special guest as well.  Here's the link for the intro to the show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;MONDAY 20 FEBRUARY LIVE @ 1:00pm New Zealand time:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392yshortcuts" id="yiv1065886392lw_1329605759_2" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1329607167_0" style="text-decoration: underline; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXUUdYjKvDI&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title%20%20http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXUUdYjKvDI&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXUUdYjKvDI&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;Here is the link to listen to our radio debut a couple weeks ago when Liesbet and I were interviewed by our lovely friend Irenka on PlainsFM in Christchurch:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: table; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;tbody  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;tr  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: table-row; vertical-align: inherit; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: table-cell; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font: inherit; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392yshortcuts" id="yiv1065886392lw_1329605759_0" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b  style="text-decoration: underline; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1329607167_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;a href="http://plainsfm.org.nz/on-demand/radiobridge-feb2012/"&gt;http://plainsfm.org.nz/on-demand/radiobridge-feb2012/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Our programmes are about allowing the voices of peace advocates, musicians and artists tell their stories in the hope of inspiring others until we reach the 'critical mass' required for peace to conquer the current cruel and unnecessary wars. This is our hope for a peaceful world. We DREAM BIG at Radio Bridge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;i  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Irinka Britnell and Eve Walker&lt;br /&gt;Co Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Irenka wants to have us back on the show again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Finally, here is the link to my interview with comedian-infotainment specialist Vinnie Eastwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;b  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1329607167_2" style="text-decoration: underline; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guerillamedia.co.nz/content/origin-conspiracy-jeff-wefferson-vinny-eastwood-show-feb-8-2012"&gt;http://www.guerillamedia.co.nz/content/origin-conspiracy-jeff-wefferson-vinny-eastwood-show-feb-8-2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;For entertainment purposes, here is the first of three somewhat abusive emails Vinnie sent me after the show, thanking me for 'bad-mouthing' him and giving me shite for NOT calling anyone 'scumbags' and denouncing their evil ways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:arial;"&gt;"Thanks for badmouthing me, keeps me honest and will help me improve as a radio show host, sometimes I need to shut the fuck up a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"    style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"    style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You censored yourself more than the FCC did by not talking about certain things, which is really lame, I would have loved to have heard more from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"    style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe when you are hosting your own radio show I could come on as your guest and you can show me how it's done?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Well, Vinnie...all of a sudden I AM the co-host of a radio show with around 45,000 listeners world-wide.  Maybe we WILL 'invite' you on the show AND 'show you how it's done" bro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I told him that, not knowing how much 'talking' I'd actually be able to get in, I chose to focus on THE most important 'issues', which I deemed to be the human creative process and how our 'mental operating environment' is the problem FAR MORE than any specific 'other' people or groups we like to point the finger at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; "&gt;OVER AND OUT...and stay tuned &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/nq/mc/1_0_0/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; "&gt;JEFF &amp;amp; LIESBET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1ex; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; "&gt;&lt;b color="initial" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- "&gt;CASTLE HILL NEW ZEALAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1065886392Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; 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It's relatively accessible by Fiordland standards;  compared to what it takes to visit Mt. Titiroa, this is a breeze, requiring only 3-4 km tramp rising a few hundred meters.  Several rocky stream-beds and rock-slide areas have to be crossed, but it's easily doable even for the long and short of age.  We had the perfect camp-site, and saw no more than a handful of people the whole time we were there, mainly due to 'bad' weather...but we loved the rain and mists and the myriad water-falls that come and go.  The cries of keas were a constant and we became able to discern several variations on their calls.  We learned that Lake Manapouri was at its lowest level since 1970;  Lake Marian appeared to be as much as 3 or 4 meters lower than she was when we visited two years ago.  We froze our asses off by going swimming three times, too, but were softly blanketed by mists every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to our Mt. Titiroa excursion, which was extremely demanding physically and required us to be constantly on the move, at Lake Marian we were able to slow down and be still, to become much like a rock, a moss, a tree.  The tranquility and peacefulness are impossible to convey in words over the internet;  suffice it to say that extended periods of solitude like this are absolutely essential to maintain optimal mental, physical and spiritual health, not to mention to be in touch with the spirit of nature and Mother Earth.  Being at and with...not just 'passing through'...places like Lake Marian...is experiencing the REAL 'reality.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"MISTY MARIAN", a short film by Liesbet Verstraeten &amp;amp; Jeff Phillips &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(experimental flutes by Liesbet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://youtu.be/-1r-Vuapc1E" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1774797430yshortcuts" id="yiv1774797430lw_1327807134_0" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;"&gt;http://youtu.be/-1r-Vuapc1E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lake Marian Photos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/103250190528562753850/LAKEMARIANSOUTHISLANDNEWZEALANDJANUARY2012" style="font-weight: bold; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qw6BPcEZVM/TxN0taXcitI/AAAAAAAABUU/DBiCoyMlVgI/s320/DSC_5087a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698026277074406098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fZLqI6gTe9Q/TxN0jEsEJKI/AAAAAAAABUI/_ageRpAJ4Mc/s1600/invaders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fZLqI6gTe9Q/TxN0jEsEJKI/AAAAAAAABUI/_ageRpAJ4Mc/s320/invaders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698026099456615586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I look out the window this morning I see the top of Mt.Titiroa covered with a massive snow-fall from the night before.  It’s the middle of summer here in New Zealand, and even though we are at a southerly latitude, such a snowfall is very unusual for this time of year.  Then I reflect on all the ‘global warming’ insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS FROM OUR VISIT IN JANUARY 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/103250190528562753850/MTTITIROAFIORDLANDNEWZEALANDJAN2012"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/103250190528562753850/MTTITIROAFIORDLANDNEWZEALANDJAN2012&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/103250190528562753850/MTTITIROAFIORDLANDNEWZEALANDJAN2012"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/MountTitiroa2012"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/MountTitiroa2012&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS FROM OUR FIRST VISIT IN 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/therockist/MANAPOURIMTTITIROAFIORDLANDSOUTHISLANDNEWZEALAND"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/therockist/MANAPOURIMTTITIROAFIORDLANDSOUTHISLANDNEWZEALAND&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/therockist/MANAPOURIMTTITIROAFIORDLANDSOUTHISLANDNEWZEALAND"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/NewZealand_Manapouri"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/NewZealand_Manapouri&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/NewZealand_Manapouri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS FROM OUR SECOND VISIT IN 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/103250190528562753850/MOUNTTITIROAFEB15202011"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/103250190528562753850/MOUNTTITIROAFEB15202011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/NZ_SouthIsland_Fiordland"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/NZ_SouthIsland_Fiordland"&gt;/ilnissky/NZ_SouthIsland_Fiordland&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/NZ_SouthIsland_Fiordland"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE I WROTE AFTER OUR VISIT IN 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="http://www.synthaissance.blogspot.co/2011_02_24_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1326674562_0"&gt;http://www.synthaissance.blogspot.co/2011_02_24_archive.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.synthaissance.blogspot.co/2011_02_24_archive.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Visiting a Sacred Mountain:  A Message from the Heart of the Earth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1885310414MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;“We are ALL on a journey through the unknown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life and the Earth have gone through similar ‘windows of change’ before, but each time is unique.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Humans must realize that as a whole they are waging an unconscious war against their very home and mother;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as a whole they are insane with respect to the ‘reality’ of global indigenous wisdom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If humans as whole woke up, questioned what they are doing, and renavigated their process, most importantly by greatly reducing immediate damage to the Earth, her eco-systems and life-forms, they will astronomically increase their own chances not only for ‘survival’ through these ‘Earth changes’ but may find themselves included once again with a place in the coming ‘new creation’.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VISITING A SACRED MOUNTAIN:  RETURN TO GAI-Alpine 'Dream-time'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREETINGS from Fiordland on the South Island of New Zealand.  The 'Nu year' is upon and within us as 'nu-ness' predominates with a perceptible increase in the frequency (symbolized by the Greek letter "nu") of everything.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent months Liesbet and I seem to be oscillating back and forth between two 'realities', the REAL 'reality' of the world of nature and undisrupted Mother Earth (rare windows of time, increasingly difficult to access), and the artificial 'reality' of 'civilization' within which the mind-set and life-energies of most people are largely constrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a ‘black &amp;amp; white’ polarity by any means, and each has elements of the other; in our experience, however, not only are the two ‘domains’ becoming increasingly separate, but a curious asymmetry exists as well:  we are hurting the Earth but she is still trying to nurture us.  We require the Earth for our existence but she by no means requires our presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one that’s actually alive can ever be totally cut off from nature…even if their ‘mental operating environment’ is diametrically opposed to anything natural being of intrinsic worth much less having a right to exist (what I call the “Wasichu” world-view)...their bodies are nevertheless composed of living cells, living mitochondria, living bacteria, made of water, DNA, and materials which were originally rock and soil, the ‘body’ of the Earth.  And even though the ‘trans-humanists’ are hard at their agenda for the transformation of biological life into nano-synthetic replicant technologies, they still have a long way to go before they can claim success, i.e., that they will ‘live forever.’  Would they, in fact, be ‘alive’ and exactly how long is ‘forever’?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature, on the other hand is not doing any ‘attacking’ or ‘transforming’ of her beautiful creations into anything stupider, uglier and more dangerous than what we have already done to ourselves.  She, moreover, is the target of an astronomically incomprehensible world-war we are waging against her in the name of ‘progress’ and ‘civilization’, a true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jihad&lt;/span&gt; or ‘holy war’ in the name of money and human megalomania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A fine line exists between this ‘curious asymmetry’ and the paradoxical contradictions plaguing the human endeavor which are indicative of a species psychosis.  These essentially psychological and spiritual issues cannot be resolved from the level of ‘mentality’ that is creating them; the first steps towards ‘regaining your brain’ are those towards undisrupted wilderness.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look out the window this morning I see the top of Mt.Titiroa covered with a massive snow-fall from the night before.  It’s the middle of summer here in New Zealand, and even though we are at a southerly latitude, such a snowfall is very unusual for this time of year.  Then I reflect on all the ‘global warming’ insanity that reasonably intelligent people are STILL believing, pretty much everywhere really, particularly in Australia, the first nation on Earth to have enacted a ‘carbon tax’ based, yes, on the ‘global warming’ and ‘demonization of carbon’ hoax.  Do people campaigning for a ‘Carbon Free’ world realize that this also means ‘free of life’ as we know her now?  And people do exist who would in fact argue that, yes, ‘global warming’ can cause snow-falls in summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I continue to be amazed at how many leaders of highly visible ‘environmental organizations’ seem to be functioning as ‘party-line’ advocates for the ‘global warming’ agenda AND at the same time as ‘global radiation deniers.’  In reality, as we know, it’s not ‘globally warming’; the U.S. Navy is the biggest threat to cetaceans, NOT the Japanese; HAARP can generate all the effects attributed to ‘global warming’; and, most significantly, the global radiation scenario is about to spike because the spent fuel pool at Building Four of Fukushima is disintegrating.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting Wilpena Pound in the Flinders Ranges of south Australia in December, our next nature destination was Mt.Titiroa, which we consider to be the most powerful place in New Zealand, sister to Castle Hill in Canterbury.  Shortly after arriving in New Zealand we experienced first-hand the anomalous twin-quakes in Christchurch just before Christmas and recognized these as the synthetic events they were. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 3 we began our third trek to Mt.Titiroa after trying to ‘second guess’ the weather, and what a fantastic excursion it was!  Even though Mt.Titiroa is clearly visible from Te Anau, it’s NOT a ‘tourist destination’ because of the extreme rigour required to get there.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  It’s funny, here in the back-packer where we are staying I was just over-hearing a conversation in which an American chick was skyping with someone and complaining about how their helicopter dropped them on top of a mountain, then it rained cats and dogs and they had to stay in their tent for 23 hours and hoped the chopper would be able to get them the next day.  YAY!  I’m pretty sure which mountain this was!  We’ve heard of ‘new age gurus’ taking people up there by chopper on ‘spiritual quests’…and who knows how many thousands of dollars they paid to do it.  It’s impossible actually connect with a truly sacred place, or any natural environment anywhere, if you are instantaneously deposited and removed by artificial means.  On foot, you move gradually and your energy fields have time to recalibrate and entrain with the natural rhythms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Approach from any direction requires at least one or two days of walking, with a net elevation change of several hundred meters; after that, the track ends and to ascend to the ridge requires climbing at least a kilometre through extremely dense scrub and dense forest with under-growth, so steep in places that it’s like climbing a ladder.  This is particularly tough going if you’re carrying 30 or more kgs of camping and photo gear, as we each were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our efforts paid off, however, and Mother Titiroa gave us some of the most spectacular views, one of the freakiest ‘sky days’ we’d ever seen, and some of the most uplifting inspiration to be found anywhere!  Throughout our full day of exploring the ridge, an arc of cloud energy remained directly over us; to the west was blue sky, while over-head was a constantly shifting and transforming region of unusual cloud formations.  And to the east were dark stormy-looking clouds which morphed into strange beings resembling the precursor to tornado funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our day on the ridge progressed, the wind began to rise from occasional gusts into what became a constant gale-force westerly at maybe 70 to 90 kms per hour.  This started kicking up a lot of sand and made it hard to stand still at times.  The light and colours were shifting beautifully and we kept waiting for ‘the sun to come out.’  As Taiowa (Hopi name for the sun) crept lower and lower, he seemed to be hiding himself behind a band of cloud that seemed to be covering him on purpose!  We decided to head back down to our camp-site before becoming hypo-thermic and on the way down, he burst out in a display of golden warmth.  Even after we got back down, another awesome display of clouds and sky-colours went on until dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Liesbet and I both had a profound experience that day, of chaos and turmoil resolving into a state of well-being and harmony, as if Mother Earth were telling us that, indeed, it’s all going to be all-right in the end….but that we still have a LOT of work to do to make this happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It rained some during the night, which provided a much-needed drink of moisture for the forests and plants, but shortly after we got up, the sky cleared and we had THE most beautiful day anyone could possibly imagine.  The whole time we were there I felt as if my mind had merged with the mind of the Earth.  I think that once this connection has been established, it’s always there even when you think it’s not, like when you’re surrounded by ‘wi-fi’ signals and ‘people pollution.’&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO…here we are, back to ‘civilization’ and all that means.  The last time we returned from Mt.Titiroa, after three days Christchurch was destroyed by a quake then the Fukushima thing happened three weeks later.  This time we had the Christchurch quakes BEFORE we went;  but now we’ve got the Iran-nuclear war scenario to contend with AND the on-going Fukushima disaster which is almost certainly going to worsen to another order of magnitude any day now.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember…WE are the soldiers in World War 3.  What we SAY doesn’t matter…it’s how we ‘live’, what we DO and DON’T DO that actually forms the nature of our relationship with Mother Earth.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the work before us:  how to inspire people to care about what is happening around us and within us, how to motivate people to understand that they DO matter, that what they do and don’t do DOES matter in the grand scheme, how to get people to use the best knowledge we already have and to MAKE CHANGES in how we live that reflect a true love of life and the Earth, not just talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand is a 'battle ground' of global importance right now:  Aotearoa is experiencing the latest in full-spectrum imperial mobilization since the Christchurch quakes have enabled a '9-11' type response on the parts of government and industry.  Transnational mining and energy extraction entities are salivating over her previously untapped 'resources' which have suddenly been made available, thanks to the Key administration.  An intensive 'green-washing' public relations campaign will ensue in which the powers that be will do their best to persuade everyone in New Zealand that mining is a good thing, that off-shore drilling is a good thing, that using 30% of south island rivers for dairy irrigation is a good thing, that even more tons per year of 1080 deployment is a good thing.  See, New Zealand is 100% CLEAN AND GREEN, just like those glossy spreads in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Geographic&lt;/span&gt; tell us! 'Global warming' is the problem...not mining, not oil-drilling, not radiation from Fukushima!  SHUT UP AND PAY YOUR CARBON TAX. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned…a lot is coming at us fast right now.  I’ll close with an excerpt from the introduction to an old 70’s sci-fi series, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Invaders&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Invaders, alien beings from a dying planet. Their destination: the Earth. Their purpose: to make it their world. David Vincent has seen them. For him, it began one lost night on a lonely country road, looking for a shortcut that he never found. It began with a closed deserted diner, and a man too long without sleep to continue his journey. It began with the landing of a craft from another galaxy. Now David Vincent knows that the Invaders are here, that they have taken human form. Somehow he must convince a disbelieving world that the nightmare has already begun.”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substitute “Wasichu mentality” for “The Invaders” and “people of one heart” for “David Vincent.”  Somehow WE must convince a disbelieving world that the nightmare has already begun and that OUR 'mental operating environment' IS 'the invader.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;JEFF PHILLIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;FIORDLAND NEW ZEALAND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 JANUARY 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30418363-7687336377740697440?l=synthaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/7687336377740697440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30418363&amp;postID=7687336377740697440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/7687336377740697440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/7687336377740697440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2012/01/visiting-sacred-mountain-return-to.html' title='&quot;VISITING A SACRED MOUNTAIN: RETURN TO GAI-Alpine &apos;DREAM-TIME&apos;&quot; by JEFF PHILLIPS'/><author><name>Jeff Wefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055962946869392042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/Sv3zrxbH7rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/__yqhQYZeWw/S220/wefflock+skrulusky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOvXTYaVHYk/TxN2uzaLkkI/AAAAAAAABXs/mMlWDMUpAXo/s72-c/DSC_4299a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30418363.post-8121552402242434987</id><published>2011-12-25T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:49:01.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"TECHNETRONIC CHRISTMAS QUAKES:  GIFTS OF AWARENESS or ENDLESS TRAUMA?"  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 the other sky photos are from Linwood, Christchurch, between 10am and 4 pm on 23 December 2011;  the oily sun with band is from about 30 min. before first quake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I BELIEVE IN FATHER CHRISTMAS" &lt;/span&gt; Greg Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They said there'll be snow at Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said there'll be peace on Earth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead it just kept on raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A veil of tears for the Virgin's birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember one Christmas morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A winters light and a distant choir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And their eyes full of tinsel and fire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sold me a dream of Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sold me a Silent Night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they told me a fairy story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Till I believed in the Israelite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I believed in Father Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I looked at the sky with excited eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I saw him and through his disguise&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a hopeful Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish you a brave New Year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All anguish pain and sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leave your heart and let your road be clear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said there'll be snow at Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said there'll be peace on Earth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas you get you deserve.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The picture that is shaping up is that Christchurch is being used as a state-of-the-art experimental laboratory for all the new ‘non-lethal weapons’ technologies that have come on-line in recent years, not only for ‘testing’ but to clear the people out of the way for resource extraction and the transformation of Canterbury into a New World Order stepping-stone to Antarctica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;“TECHNETRONIC CHRISTMAS QUAKES:  GIFTS OF AWAKENING OR ENDLESS TRAUMA?”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF PHILLIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;25 DECEMBER 2011&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Greetings from Fiordland in the deep south of New Zealand. We’ve been here less than 24 hours after spending three full-on days in Christchurch, where we’d arrived just before the solstice after flying from Melbourne.  We were near the (former) cbd of Christchurch for the twin quakes of 23 December (5.8@1:58pm/6.0@3:18pm) and personally experienced them as much as anyone would have; significantly, over the 24 hours or so before the quakes we were observing and cataloging “atmospheric anomalies” which are associated with man-made earth-quakes.  During the several hours of the morning of the 23rd and right up to the quakes themselves, we were photographing massive chem-trail spraying directly over the epi-centres as well as oily “stain-bow” clouds in front of the sun.  During this same 24 hour period we also experienced the bodily sensations of radio-frequency weapons systems being activated or amplified, which includes feelings of uneasiness, head-aches, agitation, being drained energetically, and a sense that ‘something is very wrong’ with the local environment in general.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ‘coincidence levels’ were heightened by two phone conversations I happened to be in the middle of precisely when the two quakes occurred.  When the first quake struck I was talking with Iain Kerr, the CEO of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ocean Alliance&lt;/span&gt;, a Massachusetts-based organization founded by Dr. Roger Payne, the paragon of whale-researchers; I rang Iain when I discovered that Payne happened to be in Christchurch and I wanted to make contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the second quake struck I was talking with Christchurch equestrian-turned-activist Penny Hargreaves about the earlier quake; we’d spent several hours with her the day before discussing her on-going research and activism relating to the reality of ‘technetronic’ (the ‘new generation’ of geophysical weapons based on electronic ‘Tesla technologies’ that have rendered ‘traditional’ atomic weapons obsolete) warfare, the negative health effects she’s endured on herself and her horses due to radio frequency emanations from transmitters near her farm, and the connection between localized earth-quake damage, the transmission beams from these antennas, and numerous other anomalous phenomenon surrounding the Christchurch earthquake scenario, many of which I’ve described in my ‘geo-terrorism’ postings over the past few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you may or not be aware, depending on how well you know us, in recent months humanity’s war on the Earth and on ourselves as a whole has seldom been off our personal ‘radar screens’, not even on remote islands or isolated mountain-tops.  We’ve come to see that what we vainly refer to as ‘civilization’ is actually NOT how the vast majority of people live or have lived on this planet, now or in the history of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homo sapiens&lt;/span&gt;; industrial civilization is fundamentally a product of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human geo-engineering&lt;/span&gt; which is little more than an acceptable-sounding euphemism for the all-out full-spectrum war we have been conducting against the Earth, and therefore against ourselves and life-as-we-know-her, for the past 5000 years.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This posting is by no means an in-depth look at what is happening; this will come later as we have time to get our feet on the ground in Aotearoa.  I am working on my first ‘geo-terrorism update’ since July, including information concerning the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on-going contamination of the planetary biosphere from Fukushima radio-activity, especially the Pacific ocean.&lt;/span&gt;  This whole scenario, by FAR the greatest anthropogenic ‘disaster event’ ever to occur on this planet in recent aeons (the Atlanteans emulated Fukushima at least once, but details are hard to come by; the radio-biological implications of Fukushima dwarf chem-trails, GMO’s, endocrine disrupting chemicals and pharmaceutical drugs put together), has become almost totally invisible on all mainstream media; even in the few alternative media who strive to keep awareness alive, mis- and/or dis-information is rampant, due to both scientific ignorance and the fact that all ‘official’ and almost all ‘environmental’ organizations either work directly for or have been co-opted by the elite power-brokers who control international banking (and therefore all money everywhere), the Pentagon, the president, and ‘all things nuclear.’  The result is that when you see a largish-sounding number representing how much radiation has been released from Fukushima, you can be sure that the REAL figure would have between three and 12 additional zeroes, to the left of the decimal point, regardless of the unit of measurement in use. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disturbed by Dr. Roger Payne’s recent “letter to humanity” describing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ocean Alliance’s&lt;/span&gt; on-going work to map &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chemical toxicity of the global ocean towards “saving the whales.” &lt;/span&gt; I find it difficult to understand why a scientist of Payne’s calibre would totally omit any mention whatsoever of the immense levels of radio-nuclides spreading throughout the terrestrial and aquatic biospheres of the Earth from Fukushima as constituting MAJOR threats to the health of all oceanic life-forms.  Nor has Payne or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ocean Alliance&lt;/span&gt; ever made any reference to the on-going threats to cetaceans and all marine life-forms from the activities of the U.S. Navy, which include LFA-sonar, which explodes the inner ear of whales; disposal of highly toxic/radio-active wastes anywhere with no environmental over-sight; weapons testing and ‘war games’ all over the world; and, most interestingly, the fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the U.S. Navy is the prime owner-operator of the H.A.A.R.P. installation in Alaska&lt;/span&gt;, which is the single largest and most powerful of the 20+ known ‘technetronic’ weapons facilities on the planet. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payne does, however, mention that the (clearly evil) Japanese whaling fleet is, yes, once again returning to the Southern Ocean…with a massive military escort this time (it's ok to mention Japanese military stuff 'cause it's evil, you see, as opposed to American military stuff that's, well, "good")…and lets us know, just in case we might feel like donating some hard-earned money, that our old friend Captain Paul Watson, a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sea Shepherd&lt;/span&gt;, will be there, as usual, for the filming of yet another season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whale Wars&lt;/span&gt;, a lucrative ‘reality tv’ project selling a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coca-cola&lt;/span&gt; and run by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discovery Communications&lt;/span&gt;, who also happens to host the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Military Channel&lt;/span&gt;.  Are you getting the picture now:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watson&lt;/span&gt; is a Coast Guard employee, just like Adm. Thad Allen, U.S. 'national incident commander' for both Katrina and BP-Gulf disaster;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psihoyos&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Geographic,&lt;/span&gt; a very 'right wing' publication supporting nuclear power and the 'war on terrorism';  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payne&lt;/span&gt; was a fellow at Rockefeller Uninversity for many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have already documented at length the fraudulent activities that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sea Shepherd&lt;/span&gt; has been involved with, for example, the sinking of their own boat, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ady Gil&lt;/span&gt;, whose skipper, kiwi Pete Bethune, testified in New Zealand maritime court that Captain Watson ordered him to sink his own boat…because it would be ‘great publicity”!  Watson, who I used to believe in, has proven himself to be a misanthropic supporter of UN/NWO agendas, “radical reduction in the human population” and an architect/participant of on-going media fraud, all in the interest of obtaining donations for his non-profit ‘environmental’ organization and diverting public attention from more serious issues.  Sure, whaling is barbaric but the reality is that the U.S Navy constitutes an astronomically greater threat to the health of ALL cetaceans, ALL marine life than does the (clearly evil) Japanese whaling fleet, who, even if allowed to proceed with their grisly task unimpeded, might kill a few hundred or thousand whales, whereas the Navy has been granted a permit to ‘take’ over 11 million marine mammals over the next five years.  Correct me if I’m wrong, but 11 million is a lot more than a few thousand, right?  And this is what they’ve been legally allowed to do, which is only a tiny % of the real impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Radiological contamination of the world’s oceans and the destructive activities of the U.S. Navy…which includes ‘technetronic’ warfare affecting all continents and all human populations, specifically and most recently, Christchurch, New Zealand…are not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt; to be discussed by mainstream media or ‘environmental’ organizations, but ‘reality tv’ fraud is openly supported.  As I see it, the ‘reality tv’ of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sea Shepherd&lt;/span&gt; (and the Japanese ‘whalers’ would be complicit ‘actors’ as well), as well as the activities of Louis Psihoyos, director of ‘The Cove’ (also replete with Japanese ‘bad guy’ actors), and former photographer for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Geographic&lt;/span&gt;, serve primarily to distract the ‘sheeple’ population from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; issues, and substitute entertainment masquerading as ‘public education’ to give genuinely caring…but chronically ignorant…people a sense that they know what is going on and are helping to ‘fund’ some ‘environmental activism’, while never questioning the ‘elephant in the living room’ of the U.S. Navy, who is a greater threat by a factor of millions than all other dangers combined!  Excuse me, but do ANY of them even bother to mention the whales themselves any more?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my digression here; this is supposed to be a ‘short version’ Christmas Day posting acknowledging the recent Christchurch quakes, our presence there, and our commitment to helping the people of Christchurch, New Zealand, and planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, however, that our patience is wearing thin with ‘the people.’  I’ve been hard at this ‘information activism’ thing for decades; indigenous elders from around the world have been trying to inspire ‘civilized people’ to wake up and mend their ways for decades as well.  It’s not that we don’t know what to do…or what to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; doing; it’s bringing ourselves actually to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;..or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop doing&lt;/span&gt;…these things.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few people are able to get the connection between the stupid and destructive ways in which we continue to “live” (I have a problem with this word, as what we are doing does not really qualify as ‘living’, in the same way that many of us could not truly be classified as ‘people’ in the sense of what it’s meant to be a person for the past few hundred thousand years), in which we over-consume and waste resources, subsidize the murder of our fellow beings, and literally pay for our own elimination…and the increasingly obvious ways in which our most advanced weapons systems are being turned on ourselves.  All this can be explained scientifically, spiritually, logically, pragmatically.  It’s not “them” who’s doing it all…it’s US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How much more evidence do people need to motivate them to see what is happening with respect to the man-made earthquake scenario?  Is it not obvious that these recent quakes were intended to be acts of ‘geo-terrorism’, of psychological warfare, to disrupt people right in the middle of Christmas shopping (the true ‘spirit of Christmas’…not ‘giving’ but ‘supporting commerce’), just as they were gettng comfortable again after 6 months of calm, and right before what is probably the only day of the year when families are gathered together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right”, unbelievers will say, “so the Earth can’t have natural quakes any more?  New Zealand just so happens to be right on a tectonic rift.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I respond, “Sure, bro.  Until last September geologists always said that Canterbury was THE most seismically stable region of New Zealand.  International officials from the highest levels have been touting ‘tectonic warfare’ for years; a cadre of highly-placed American “terrorism management” officials were present in Christchurch for the February quake.  We have personally documented the ‘signature’ phenomenon of man-made quakes TWICE, and BEFORE they occurred, in Melbourne in June and in Christchurch in December, not to mention the same atmospheric and energetic ‘signatures’ over Great Barrier Island DURING the June Christchurch quakes.  What do you say to that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, Osama must have been resurrected and he has a wicked new laptop with technetronic warfare software...a Mac, for sure!" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I’m not sure how much more of a chance ‘the people’ are going to get.  If they…WE…haven’t taken the hint by now, when IS it going to happen?  I am almost to the point of saying that I’m not actually doing any of this ‘information activism’ on behalf of human ‘people’ any more…humans masquerading as ‘people’ have had their chance and it’s probably a done deal already…it’s only a matter of time until humans are a thing of the past.  Most ‘people’ can’t even be bothered to care about what we relate, much less to research anything for themselves.  But when it comes to, for example, some sport, some eating out, some holidaying, some investing of money to gain massive profits, checking into Facebook…EVERYONE has time for that!  But researching the reality of man-made earth-quakes…or how the Fukushima ‘problem’ is NOT ‘solved’ but only gathering (radio-active) steam…forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason I persist with all these attempts at ‘creating awareness’ is for the sake of all the non-human life-forms who continue to suffer and die because of human stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would have to say that Penny Hargreaves is New Zealand’s biggest true ‘hero’ in terms not only of doing lots of hard work to understand the nature of strange things that have happened to her, but also in DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT.  I will go into much greater detail in my ‘geo-terrorism’ update in a few days; Penny came under attack from radio frequency emanations on her farm around 1996, which coincidentally is the year that H.A.A.R.P. became operational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She determined that radio transmissions emanating from towers near her farm had been at levels that were hundreds or thousands of times greater than those allowed by law, and that these were the cause of the negative health effects she and her animals were experiencing.  Further, with the advent of the Christchurch earthquake scenario, she has determined that the regions where the transmission beams from these antennae cross are the same exact regions where the earthquake damage is greatest.  The ownership of these transmitters can be traced to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clear Channel Communications&lt;/span&gt;, owned by Texans named Mays; it was recently transferred to an investment group but the Mays people remain on the board.  I haven’t had time to do much research into it all yet, but apparently the Mays family has ties to the U.S. ‘terrorism’ bureaucracy AND is believed to be utilizing “silent sound spread spectrum” technologies in its broadcast transmissions.  This technology allows “inaudible subliminal information” to be disseminated via its broadcasts in any media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hargreaves' evidence suggests that several different experimental technetronic scenarios may be under way in the Christchurch area at this time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won’t go into more detail here, but the picture that is shaping up is that Christchurch is being used as a state-of-the-art experimental laboratory for all the new ‘non-lethal weapons’ technologies that have come on-line in recent years, not only for ‘testing’ but to clear the people out of the way for resource extraction and the transformation of Canterbury into a New World Order stepping-stone to Antarctica, which is the only ‘land’ to exist at polar latitudes, allowing direct access to the magnetic fields for technetronic weapons as well as to the vast untapped mineral wealth beneath the ice cap.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve written about this before, and will go into greater detail in future postings, but the “ultimate” uses of technetronic weapons speculated on so far that I am aware of involve “triggering instabilities on the sun” and “debilitating the mental processes of human populations over large geographical regions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these speculations date from the mid-1960’s, I would say that there’s a very good chance that these things are already happening.  With H.A.A.R.P. Phase 2 coming on-line in 2006 with power levels on the order of hundreds of billions of watts, I think it would be possible to create some kind of energetic ‘feed-back loop’ with the sun; the energy from this loop could be constantly circulated through the H.A.A.R.P./technetronic network and modulated as if it were a cyclotron.  The effect would be to add energy into the planetary “resonant cavity” and/or man-made electrical grid…energy whose presence would exert behavioural effects on land-based life in particular, energy that could be focused or triggered when an ‘event’ was required.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware that Zbigniew Brzezinski, chief foreign policy advisor to Obama’s White House, is a huge fan of Yale neuroscientist Jose Delgado, who pioneered radio-frequency brain control, and who believes that ‘people’ have no right to think for themselves…that the ‘elite’ should do the thinking on their behalf.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…the next time there’s an earth-quake preceded by oily ‘stain-bows’ around the sun, strange cloud formations, massive chem-trail spraying and feelings of uneasiness and distress, just go to your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; page and ‘like’ Big Brother…because YOU LOVE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a MERRY CHRISTMAS…and think of the 60+ billion animals who are slaughtered for meat annually, and the hundreds of millions of fellow human beings who have been murdered over the past few hundred years just so that we can be here now, eating, drinking, consuming.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who thinks “peace on Earth” is even a remote possibility while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homo sapiens&lt;/span&gt; still exists in its present form already LOVES BIG BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;JEFF PHILLIPS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIORDLAND NEW ZEALAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;CHRISTMAS DAY 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"VISITING A SACRED MOUNTAIN:  A MESSAGE FROM THE HEART OF THE EARTH "JEFF PHILLIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/02/visiting-sacred-mountain-message-from.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/02/visiting-sacred-mountain-message-from.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE CHRISTCHURCH QUAKE:  OPPORTUNITY FOR RE-NAVIGATION"  JEFF PHILLIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/03/christchurch-quake-by-jeff-phillips.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/03/christchurch-quake-by-jeff-phillips.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EARTH UNDER ATTACK:  BUT WHAT...'ME WORRY?"  JEFF PHILLIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-follows-are-selections-from.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-follows-are-selections-from.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. NAVY'S FIVE YEAR PLAN:   A 'TAKE' OF 11.5 MILLION MARINE MAMMALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agriculturedefensecoalition.org/content/categories-agriculture-defense-coalition-and-california-skywatch?q=us-navy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.agriculturedefensecoalition.org/content/categories-agriculture-defense-coalition-and-california-skywatch?q=us-navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"'BAD ACTORS':  SEA SHEPHERD, ANIMAL PLANET, 'SEA-LEBRITIES' &amp;amp; ENDOCRINE DISRUPTORS"  JEFF PHILLIPS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.synthaissance.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-actors-sea-shepherd-animal-planet.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.synthaissance.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-actors-sea-shepherd-animal-planet.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" name="8681305760094763507"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h3  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BEYOND TELEVISION:  PSYCHOTRONIC WARFARE and the 'TECTONIC SHIFT' in MIND CONTROL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regainyourbrain.blogspot.com/2011/05/beyond-television-psychotronic-warfare.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.regainyourbrain.blogspot.com/2011/05/beyond-television-psychotronic-warfare.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MICROWAVE MIND CONTROL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/microwave-mind-control.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/microwave-mind-control.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRmnsRahv4s/TtBR0aV6WNI/AAAAAAAABHk/2TzRwIO20-k/s320/10%2Bwilliamblake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679129090980468946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNZYp0kSx2k/TtBRt52inbI/AAAAAAAABHY/LvP1Dy8GKpg/s1600/11%2BDSC_9960a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNZYp0kSx2k/TtBRt52inbI/AAAAAAAABHY/LvP1Dy8GKpg/s320/11%2BDSC_9960a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679128979179740594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREETINGS AND &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLOMAI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July of 2011 we returned to ‘Balarnia’, a remote property on the north-west coast of Flinders Island, which is about half-way between Tasmania and Victoria.  Our friend Arni ‘Balarni’ Erikson has lived here since 1985.  We spent about six weeks there in the summer of 2009, and had greatly looked forward to returning, and hopefully being there long enough to grow some of our own vegetables.  This time we were able to stay just about four months, every day of which we got up around 5:30am, worked harder than we’ve ever worked in our lives doing landscaping, gardening, carpentry, and several kinds of artistic projects, exploring the wild beauty of the island, and getting more deeply in tune with the “heart of the Earth” and the dream-time ancestors than ever before.  And we were eating broccoli, silver-beet, pipe onions, parsnips, carrots, beet-root and assorted salads that we had grown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our times at Arni’s have been inspired and inspiring from many sources, from the sheer undisrupted power of the land to the presence and guidance of the ancestors, to the whales and dolphins.  And at the human level, knowledge and awareness of several people (real people, dating from the ‘good old days’ when people were people) whose lives, work and message we felt to be testaments of profound significance with respect to existing as human beings, to what it means to be “people.”  We think of them as our “heroes of ‘Balarnia.’&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our visit in 2009 I found an old copy of the first edition of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rachel Carson’s&lt;/span&gt; legendary book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silent Spring&lt;/span&gt;, from 1963.  I’d been aware of her message and influence for decades but had never read the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in toto&lt;/span&gt;; primed from intensive environmental activism in New Zealand in previous months centered around the use of dangerous pesticides like 1080, I recognized her revelations as genuine ‘prophecy’ of the global toxicity which is the legacy of our generation.  Because of her love of life and nature, in particular, her connection with the sea, as well as her warnings of devastation from chemical poisoning and our retreat into ‘artificial reality’, Carson became our first “hero of ‘Balarnia.’  Our film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The Chronicles of Balarnia”&lt;/span&gt; was dedicated to her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After becoming familiar with Arni’s on-going construction methodology, we began to sense a connection with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friedrich Hundertwasser&lt;/span&gt;, the Austrian/Kiwi painter/architect/eco-philosopher whose “Dr. Seuss apartment buildings” enliven western European city-scapes, as well as with fellow Tasmanian &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bill Mollison&lt;/span&gt;, who founded ‘permaculture’, a paradigm of landscape and garden design based on principles of ecological, agricultural and horticultural harmony.  Liesbet and I decided that ‘Balarnia’ was an example of ‘semi-permaculture’, in that everything worked together pretty well, yet according to Arni himself, the buildings are not meant to be there in a hundred years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During our visit this year several more people became “heroes” as well due to the power of our connection with their stories and contributions, which we are able to share largely through the media of books and films.  One of the very first things we did upon arriving at ‘Balarnia’ this time was to construct a stone medicine wheel.  This one, our eighth (our first was at ‘Balarnia’ in 2009, in a different location), entered a new dimension with the addition of a Djed pillar in the centre.  My dear friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Moira Timms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond Prophecies and Predictions&lt;/span&gt;, has translated Egyptian hieroglyphics for me over the years and educated me concerning the essence of the positive spiritual aspect of ancient Egyptian cosmology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oglala-Lakota medicine man &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Black Elk&lt;/span&gt; inspired us deeply with his vision of the “mending of the sacred hoop” and the insidious “wasichu” mentality; writer/anarchist &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Edward Abbey&lt;/span&gt;, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desert Solitaire&lt;/span&gt;, inspired us equally with his journals of life in the southwest “red rock” desert of North America, his acerbic philosophy and witty diatribes targeting consumer society, “industrial tourism” and “civilization” as a whole.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another connection we felt was with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Findhorn&lt;/span&gt;, originally an alternative “spiritual” community founded in northern Scotland, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dorothy MacLean&lt;/span&gt; learned to communicate harmoniously with the local “nature devas”, or so the story goes, setting the stage for miraculous feats of horticulture, like 40 pound cabbages and 8 foot holly-hocks and delphiniums.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British writer/philosopher &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Olaf Stapledon&lt;/span&gt;, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star-maker&lt;/span&gt;, took us on the largest-scale and most highly imaginative cosmic journeys that the English language has yet been capable of; his visions of “stellar” or “galactic” intelligence ring of reality far more than they do of fancy, especially as we glimpsed the ‘Hunab Ku’, the Mayan name for the centre of our galaxy, at the zenith as dusk drew near on winter nights.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to thank our friends Peter and Rosie for taking us to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;William Ricketts&lt;/span&gt; Sanctuary in the Dandenongs, east of Melbourne, after we arrived in Australia in June.  I’d heard of his work for many years but had never been there.  He was a visionary sculptor who spent many years living with aboriginal peoples in the central desert.  In his later years he lived in what was to become a bird sanctuary, and created dozens of life-size three-dimensional representations of real aboriginal people blending with or emerging from rocks, plants, tree, the Earth herself.  Liesbet and I were blown away at the power and beauty of his work, and at the living presence of the people he sculpted.  He was a deeply spiritual person whose goal was to make the (predominantly racist) Australian people keenly aware of who the aborigines truly are as the “real people.”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind William Ricketts was very much of a modern-day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;William Blake&lt;/span&gt;, who was an Irish visionary poet/painter/engraver and political activist who never acceded to the “Crown” and voluntarily lived on the edge of poverty on the fringe of ‘society.’  Blake was hardly recognized in his time but today is regarded as one of the pre-eminent forces of English literature.  He saw through the illusions of church and state, and believed that true art was not possible if money was involved.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira Timms is a very dear friend living in Oregon now, and I got to meet Bill Mollison once about ten years ago;  they both have at least one painted rock of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other “heroes” have crossed the great divide into alternity, as we all do sooner or later.  We extend our thanks to all these very special people for what they accomplished during the nano-second of cosmic time we call a “life” and for leaving legacies of what being human can truly mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we must thank our biggest 'Balarnia' hero of all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Arni Erikson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;himself!  THANKS ARNI for being one of the most wonderful people we know, for having us at your very special place, and for giving us the freedom to do whatever we wanted...SUCH a unique opportunity to go crazy with craziness...in honour of the freedom to create, independent thought and Mother Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For more information on our human “heroes of ‘Balarnia’” check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RACHEL CARSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Contemplating the teeming life of the shore, we have an uneasy sense of the communication of some universal truth that lies just beyond our grasp. What is the message signalled by the hordes of diatoms, flashing their microscopic lights in the night sea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The most alarming of all man's assaults upon the environment is the contamination of air, earth, rivers, and sea with dangerous and even lethal materials. This pollution is for the most part irrecoverable; the chain of evil it initiates not only in the world that must support life but in living tissues is for the most part irreversible. In this now universal contamination of the environment, chemicals are the sinister and little-recognized partners of radiation in changing the very nature of the world—the very nature of its life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachels-carson-of-today.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://rachels-carson-of-today.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rachel Carson experience  video (1 of 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-NAUkyIg-M&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-NAUkyIg-M&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.silentspring.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.silentspring.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.chatham.edu/RCI/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.chatham.edu/RCI/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HUNDERTWASSER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“A tree can be cut in five minutes, but needs years to grow.  That’s the difference between technocratic destruction and ecological evolution.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“It is madness to part of a merciless competition running amok straight into a fatal illusion into the deadlock of economic growth.  Our technical achievement must match our creative responsibility;  we are far behind, unfortunately.  We cannot think as fast as we use more and more dangerous tools.  Genetic engineering violates the laws of nature in complete ignorance of the function of beauty, in all manifestations of creation.  This short-sighted contempt of the beauty and inter-woven variety triggers the suicide of humanity.  Because the so-called unnecessary beauty is essential for the survial of this Earth.  Little to nothing is done to counteract the visual pollution which is the most dangerous of all pollutions, because it kills the soul.  As we are now reaching the limits of growth, only decentralization, reflection, and slowing down in harmony with nature can save us.  If you reach an abyss, only a step back can save you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://hundertwasserart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://hundertwasserart.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.phototravels.net/vienna/vienna-hundertwasser-photos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.phototravels.net/vienna/vienna-hundertwasser-photos.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://savetheworldclub.org/hunt/mouldmanifesto.doc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://savetheworldclub.org/hunt/mouldmanifesto.doc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hundertwasser.at/english/texts/philosophie.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.hundertwasser.at/english/texts/philosophie.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.grasshut.co.nz/videos-books.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.grasshut.co.nz/videos-books.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;KAWA KAWA TOILET VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=hundertwasser+in+new+zealand+video&amp;amp;docid=1139244794842&amp;amp;mid=7929AC105B656B6E3C827929AC105B656B6E3C82&amp;amp;FORM=VIRE3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=hundertwasser+in+new+zealand+video&amp;amp;docid=1139244794842&amp;amp;mid=7929AC105B656B6E3C827929AC105B656B6E3C82&amp;amp;FORM=VIRE3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://artandblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/friedrich-hundertwasser.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://artandblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/friedrich-hundertwasser.html&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.squidoo.com/hundertwasser_art"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.squidoo.com/hundertwasser_art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BILL MOLLISON/PERMA-CULTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"...the greatest change we need to make is from consumption to production, even if on a small scale, in our own gardens. If only 10% of us do this, there is enough for everyone. Hence the futility of revolutionaries who have no gardens, who depend on the very system they attack, and who produce words and bullets, not food and shelter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Though the problems of the world are increasingly complex, the solutions remain embarrassingly simple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“. . . every society that grows extensive lawns could produce all its food on the same area, using the same resources, and . . . world famine could be totally relieved if we devoted the same resources of lawn culture to food culture in poor areas. These facts are before us. Thus, we can look at lawns, like double garages and large guard dogs, [and Humvees and SUVs] as a badge of willful waste, conspicuous consumption, and lack of care for the earth or its people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Order is found in things working beneficially together. It is not the forced condition of neatness, tidiness, and straightness, all of which are, in design or energy terms, disordered. True order may lie in apparent confusion . .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thus the seemingly-wild and naturally-functioning garden of a New Guinea villager is beautifully ordered and in harmony, while the clipped lawns and pruned roses of the pseudo-aristocrat are nature in wild disarray.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Neatness, tidiness, uniformity, and straightness signify an energy-maintained disorder in natural systems.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.tagari.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.tagari.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.tagari.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.permaculture.org/nm/index.php/site/index/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.permaculture.org/nm/index.php/site/index/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PERMACULTURE CONCEPT video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofKTgmW_FAg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofKTgmW_FAg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOIRA TIMMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“…the seven seals are allegorical to each of the seven chakras (energy centers, like valves between the etheric and physical bodies, which are related to the endrocrine system) of the human body. With the opening of each seal comes “revelation” and the opportunity to be purified and transformed by the particular energies released. The more successful we are in handling and transmuting within ourselves (i.e., within each chakra) the intense surge of purifying energy released by the opening of each seal, the less necessary it is for these releases to manifest in the external world as chaos and catastrophe.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/bible-moira-timms-notes-on-seven-seals.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/bible-moira-timms-notes-on-seven-seals.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://alignment2012.com/djed.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://alignment2012.com/djed.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.atlantisrising.com/backissues/issue9/ar9beyond.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.atlantisrising.com/backissues/issue9/ar9beyond.html&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLACK ELK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Later I learned too that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pahuska&lt;/span&gt; [General Custer] had found there much of the yellow metal that makes the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Washichu&lt;/span&gt; crazy;  and that is what made the bad trouble, just as it did before, when the hundred were  wiped out.  Our people knew there was yellow metal in little chunks up there;  but they did not bother with it, because it was not good for anything."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.welcomehome.org/rainbow/prophecy/BlackElk.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.welcomehome.org/rainbow/prophecy/BlackElk.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.americanwriters.org/writers/elk.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.americanwriters.org/writers/elk.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.humanresonance.org/black_elk.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.humanresonance.org/black_elk.pdf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;EDWARD ABBEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread. A civilization which destroys what little remains of the wild, the spare, the original, is cutting itself off from its origins and betraying the principle of civilization itself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyong reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break....I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.abbeyweb.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.abbeyweb.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/37218.Edward_Abbey"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/37218.Edward_Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/e/edward_abbey.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/e/edward_abbey.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ecotopia.org/ecology-hall-of-fame/edward-abbey/extracts/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://ecotopia.org/ecology-hall-of-fame/edward-abbey/extracts/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW0QdfjQWoc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW0QdfjQWoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOgEs1OZkXg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOgEs1OZkXg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINDHORN/DOROTHY MACLEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dorothy Maclean on the Vedic Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In 1962 Peter and Eileen Caddy, their three children and friend Dorothy Maclean were unemployed and living in a caravan park near the seaside village of Findhorn, Scotland. They decided to make ends meet by planting vegetables - no easy feat with dry sandy soil, and a cold and windswept location that enjoyed only twenty-six inches of rain a year.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dorothy discovered she could contact the nature spirits or devas. They instructed her how to make the most of the poor soil, and over time sixty-five different vegetables, forty-two herbs and twenty-one types of fruit flourished in this soil. The forty pound cabbages, eight foot high delphiniums, and roses that bloomed in the snow, attracted horticultural experts near and far, and the internationally acclaimed spiritual community of Findhorn was born. When IBM research scientist Marcel Vogel visited Findhorn he commented, ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This garden isn’t growing from the soil, only in the soil. The plants are fed by the consciousness of the community.&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.findhorn.org/aboutus/vision/co-creation/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.findhorn.org/aboutus/vision/co-creation/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lorianpress.com/macleanhome.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://lorianpress.com/macleanhome.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.maggiehamilton.org/inconversation/dorothy.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.maggiehamilton.org/inconversation/dorothy.htm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FINDHORN FILM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QT4xwLwxi9o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QT4xwLwxi9o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OLAF STAPLEDON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“There is much in this vision that will remind you of your mystics; yet between them and us there is far more difference than similarity, in respect both of the matter and the manner of our thought. For while they are confident that the cosmos is perfect, we are sure only that it is very beautiful. While they pass to their conclusion without the aid of intellect, we have used that staff every step of the way. Thus, even when in respect of conclusions we agree with your mystics rather than your plodding intellectuals, in respect of method we applaud most your intellectuals; for they scorned to deceive themselves with comfortable fantasies.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;― Olaf Stapledon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last and First Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/64177.Olaf_Stapledon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/64177.Olaf_Stapledon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOK DOWNLOADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/s/stapledon/olaf/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/s/stapledon/olaf/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Excerpts from books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2010/07/olaf-stapledon-first-last-men-1930.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2010/07/olaf-stapledon-first-last-men-1930.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2010/07/olaf-stapledon-first-last-men-1930.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2010/12/plant-men-and-others-from-star-maker-by.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2010/12/plant-men-and-others-from-star-maker-by.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WILLIAM RICKETTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"In this unique environment of the Divine and that we call Australia, I understand my true self, translating the vision of a Holy Mountain back into the language of the Spirit. This is achieved through myself only as a conscious willing instrument of the higher, Spirit in communion with wild life and every kingdom of nature as the Aboriginal people of Australia knew it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I have lived with the Aboriginal people of Central Australia and became deeply impressed by the truth that the Aboriginal people had mastered a way of life. This life, based on the systems of totems, perfectly equates man with his environment. The blundering entrance of the white man into their delicately balanced system began the ruin not only of the Aboriginal people, but also their culture."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The Aboriginal people moved and lived in this living voice, through the achievement of harmonious co-existence with a total wild life Spiritual meaning. This is successful through the principal of differentiation Australia wide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://williamricketts.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://williamricketts.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSmvP34whDg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSmvP34whDg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://wn.com/William_Ricketts_Sanctuary"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://wn.com/William_Ricketts_Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;“UNDERSTANDING LOVE”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://member.melbpc.org.au/%7Egrjallen/ricketts/rick2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://member.melbpc.org.au/~grjallen/ricketts/rick2.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;WILLIAM BLAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“I must create a system or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare; my business is to create.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Where any view of money exists, art cannot be carried on.” &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Poet a Painter a Musician an Architect, the Man&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or Woman who is not one of these is not a Christian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You must leave Fathers &amp;amp; Mothers &amp;amp; Houses &amp;amp; Lands if they stand in the way of Art”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.blakearchive.org/blake/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://poemhunter.com/william-blake/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://poemhunter.com/william-blake/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.gailgastfield.com/Blake.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.gailgastfield.com/Blake.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ARNI ERIKSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Every human being...they must have a dream, you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"LIVE SIMPLY SO THAT OTHERS MAY SIMPLY LIVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MOTHER EARTH, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30418363-1050009155600907122?l=synthaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/1050009155600907122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30418363&amp;postID=1050009155600907122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/1050009155600907122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/1050009155600907122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/11/heroes-of-balarnia-jeff-phillips.html' title='&quot;HEROES OF &apos;BALARNIA&apos;&quot;  Jeff Phillips &amp; Liesbet Verstraeten on Flinders Island Tasmania'/><author><name>Jeff Wefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055962946869392042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/Sv3zrxbH7rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/__yqhQYZeWw/S220/wefflock+skrulusky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ICN9qksMxQ/TtBTSRkBqtI/AAAAAAAABJc/VnkC2bcXN8s/s72-c/1%2Barticle_rachel_carson.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30418363.post-1714667630794358353</id><published>2011-08-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:10:47.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"LOLAMAI" from FLINDERS ISLAND, TASMANIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644977864982454386" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 213px; 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float: left; width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msoSsN1kVOI/Tlb5WyEzn3I/AAAAAAAABCk/fQcm-2rVudI/s320/DSC_9442a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF PHILLIPS &amp;amp; LIESBET VERSTRAETEN REPORTING from Mother Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Lolamai-Kuwaqatsi”&lt;/em&gt; is Hopi for "all is wonderful Mother Earth"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO SEE A SELECTION OF PHOTOS CHECK THESE LINKS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/103250190528562753850/FLINDERSISLANDTASMANIAAUGUST2011LOLAMAI"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/103250190528562753850/FLINDERSISLANDTASMANIAAUGUST2011LOLAMAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/Lolamai" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/Lolamai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The past five weeks has been the most “out of touch” with “civilization” that we’ve ever been; no words can convey the power and awesomeness of being totally embedded in the womb of Mother Earth. We’re back at our friend Arni’s place on the remote north-west coast of Flinders Island, which is about half-way between Tasmania and Melbourne in the south of Australia. Most of our friends who may be reading this now have probably seen the film we made about our weeks here in 2009, &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Balarnia&lt;/em&gt;, “Balarni” being Arni’s nick-name. It’s been two and a half years since we were here; it’s pretty much the same, only it’s grown a bit, both in terms of indigenous vegetation and Arni’s “semi-permacultural” construction projects. The medicine wheel we made in 2009, our very first, has held up well; before we leave this time we’ll give it a good over-haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This document of necessity will be quite brief, not nearly as in-depth of a report as I’d like to send, after being essentially out of electronic communication with everyone for over a month; we have to drive 60 kms both to have electricity and to go on-line, and we have to leave in about 3 hours to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until the day we left Hobart five weeks ago I was networking massively about the state of the world and the “geo-terrorism” scenario. Just as informed minds had expected, the situation with Fukushima and the global spread of radioactivity has continued to worsen; and revelations of nefarious intention and agendas at the highest levels of worldly power continue to unfold. As always, it’s important to realize that it’s not “them” that’s doing it all, it’s “us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire reality, what I would describe as a form of Hadean tragi-comedy crossed with “theatre of the absurd” has seemed light-years away during our weeks at Balarnia, except, in fact, for the week of intensive chem-trail spraying that went on directly over our heads about a month ago. Yes, even over the northern sector of Flinders Island, home to no more than a few dozen people. For a while we even considered that these sinister pseudo-cumular emissions might be specifically for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, however, the very first thing we did upon arriving was to erect a Djed pillar in honour of the positive dimension of ancient Egyptian cosmology. I know about the Djed from my wonderful friend Moira Timms, author of &lt;em&gt;Beyond Prophecies and Predictions,&lt;/em&gt; who told me that the Djed is the most powerful of Egyptian symbols and was actually the focus of their most important ceremony called “raising the Djed” that was conducted at sacred and powerful moments in time. The Djed pillar is a symbolic representation of the back-bone of Osiris, who Moira likens to being “the Jesus of the Egyptians.” The Djed represents the union of heaven and Earth, the forces of stability and regeneration. The Djed is also associated with the crown chakra. And the “Djedi” are the “spiritual body of Osiris”, that is, those who are living in their highest consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call ours the “Uncle Djed pillar” because we’re using left-over materials like wooden cable spools, pvc piping, and an old ceramic insulator from a power-pole, plus the fact that where we are looks like where the Klampetts might have come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, we just happened to arrive at Balarnia just before the Egyptian new year, which is July 23, the “heliacal rising of Sirius”, which is the brightest star in the sky and the most important celestial being to the Egyptians after the Ra, the sun. July 23 is when Sirius becomes visible again after being in conjunction with the sun for 70 days. In perfect harmony with the cosmos, our “raising of the Djed” was conducted on the Egyptian new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ancient Greek scientists, Aristotle possibly, wrote about how dolphins all seemed to disappear around “the time of the dog star”, what they call “the dog days” in America, which is in fact 23 July, Sirius being the “dog star.” I’ve always felt there is some kind of connection between the whales and dolphins and the star Sirius. Also on the Egyptian New Year, Liesbet and I were down at the beach and saw a pod of dolphins for the first time ever here on Flinders Island. Another cosmic synchronicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few days later the chem-trails started appearing, so we “activated the Djed” on behalf of Mother Earth and requested that the chem-trails be banished. The next day these very interesting cloud formations appeared, and when another chem-trail was released, it looked as if these freaky cloud-beings actually moved towards the chem-trail and chased it away, causing it to dissipate and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made up a new concept for what we’re doing at Arni’s. You may have heard of WWOOFing, which is “Willing Workers on Organic Farms.” It’s an international network that people join, then they go to places that host “wwoofers” in various countries, where they work a few hours a day in exchange for food and shelter. What Liesbet and I are doing is called “WWIRSPing”, or “Willing Workers In Remote Semi-Permaculture.” We are doing more and harder work of various kinds than ever before in our lives but not for money; we pay for everything ourselves but we get to stay here and do whatever we want, build and grow whatever we want for as long as we are able to stay here, which could be anywhere from a few more weeks to a few more months. If we could raise $200,000, we’d buy Balarnia to make sure that it remains THE coolest place we know of on this planet. Then Arni could give up on mining gold and buy the schooner of his dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liesbet’s been doing a massive amount of gardening in several different garden areas, and I’ve focussed on building first furniture, then the stone medicine wheel complex based on the chakras. The Djed pillar is inside the crown chakra, and 25 meters away at the root chakra is a regenerating eucalyptus tree. At the heart chakra will be a small kiva-like chamber which we will be able to sit inside; on top will be soil with plants and sand with another medicine wheel. I’ve also built two large heavy-duty seed-beds, one with chicken-wire on top and one with plate glass; any garden area has to be protected not only from the chickens, of which there are 22, but also from wallaby’s, wombats, and the ever-present possum. In addition, I’m trying to sprout some non-indigenous conifer trees like the giant redwood and the hoop pine, of the &lt;em&gt;Auracaria&lt;/em&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building where we are living is not isolated from the surrounding environment by any means; the air blows through nicely and, most awesomely, we can hear the myriad frogs and birds which are always around, especially in the evening. In particular, there are a few more-porks, a native owl, around, as well as another kind of owl that sounds like a cat meowing. At least three of four kinds of frogs, including the banjo frog; kookaburras, of course; and many kinds of small song-birds, like the blue fairy wrens and a swallow-like kind with a very complex song that appeared a couple weeks ago. An ornithologist friend of Arni's observed over 50 species of birds here a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working so hard that my hands and arms have begun to mutate; I’ve been doing so much physical landscaping, hauling, and construction…a form of “nature dharma”…that I have yet to pick up a paint brush, much less start to write any of the several books that it was my goal at least to begin while at Balarnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are doing is totally crazy to normal people…doing a massive amount of work, for no money, busting our asses day in and day out, on land we not only don’t own but can’t even stay there for any great length of time without having to leave because of governmental bureaucracy bullshit. We are doing our best actually to live in the reality that we would like to have, and that we’d love to see other people making an attempt to live in…a reality not only close to but firmly embedded in, the womb of Mother Earth; a way of living that is not self-contradictory and that is in harmony with nature; a way of living that is making a serious move towards extreme voluntary simplification and sustainability in a true sense…not the geo-political meme sense. We are living with no electricity, rain-water to drink and pond-water for other uses, planting many many types of edible plants, constantly honouring the Earth and communing with the local nature devas, much in the manner of the original Findhorn in Scotland. We don’t have any 8-foot hollyhocks or 5 pound cabbages grown in sand…yet…but miracles are happening nonetheless. The blue skies, the songs of birds, the voices of the wind and ocean, the gentleness of the rain, the stonedness of the rocks, and the power of life are miracles enough to keep us happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are doing and how we are living there is in honour of and in the spirit of several of our heroes, in particular, &lt;strong&gt;Rachel Carson&lt;/strong&gt;, author of &lt;em&gt;Silent Spring&lt;/em&gt;, whose work we first really discovered here in 2009; &lt;strong&gt;Edward Abbey&lt;/strong&gt;, author of &lt;em&gt;Desert Solitiare&lt;/em&gt;, based on his journals from being a park ranger in Arches National Park in Utah in the 1950’s; &lt;strong&gt;Black Elk&lt;/strong&gt;, the Lakota medicine man whose vision of the “healing of the sacred hoop” we are trying to fulfil; &lt;strong&gt;William Blake&lt;/strong&gt;, the 18th century Irish artist/poet/visionary who lived on the fringes of society, foresaw the “Satanic mills” of the Industrial Revolution which is now destroying the Earth, and said that only those people who are true artists, that is, who are true to their own inner and natural creativity, are truly spiritual; &lt;strong&gt;Olaf Stapledon&lt;/strong&gt;, the British philosopher and author of &lt;em&gt;The Star-Maker&lt;/em&gt;, whose imaginative writings resemble a journal of actual experience far more than mere flights of fancy; &lt;strong&gt;Hundertwasser&lt;/strong&gt;, the Austrian artist who came to live in remote New Zealand, who loved nature and spirals, hated straight lines and right angles, and who stressed the importance of being in tune with our waste; and finally, &lt;strong&gt;William Ricketts&lt;/strong&gt;, an Australian sculptor and in many ways like William Blake, who spent a lot of time in the central desert with aboriginal peoples in the 1960’s and 70’s, who then created a massive garden of sculptures based on real people that show them literally as a part of nature…I’ve never seen anything like it…the sculptures are installed in a former bird sanctuary near Dandenong to the east of Melbourne. His purpose was to demonstrate to the &lt;em&gt;Wasichu&lt;/em&gt; mentality, the white people from Europe, the sacred nobility and beautiful uniqueness of the aboriginal people who have been almost totally exterminated by the greedy and psychotic strains of racism that are unfortunately still “alive and well” in this the “lucky country.” This, like Fukushuma and uranium mining, is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been reading lots of books, and I’ve been learning some words from the Hopi language. “Lolamai” means “all is wonderful” and “Kuwa-qatsi” means “Mother Earth.” At Balarnia, “all is wonderful for Mother Earth” and we’re doing our best to show her and the Great Spirit that the “people of one heart” are not only not extinct, but are actually thriving in our own small way. We are hoping that the spirit of Balarnia will spread to the ends of the Earth before it's too late for &lt;em&gt;homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt;, if in fact the show's not already over for "man, the wise." Maybe destroying ourselves is in fact our final and highest act of real wisdom...doing Mother Earth and everyone else who lives here a big favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these photos to see where we are and what we’re doing. Hopefully next week I’ll have time to write more and share our journey here in greater detail. Until then may the Great Spirit smile upon you always, wherever you are and whatever the nature of your personal reality might be…may it be meaningful to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff Phillips&lt;br /&gt;Flinders Island Tasmania&lt;br /&gt;25 August 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30418363-1714667630794358353?l=synthaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/1714667630794358353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30418363&amp;postID=1714667630794358353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/1714667630794358353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/1714667630794358353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/08/lolamai-kuwaqatsi-is-hopi-for-all-is.html' title='&quot;LOLAMAI&quot; from FLINDERS ISLAND, TASMANIA'/><author><name>Jeff Wefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055962946869392042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/Sv3zrxbH7rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/__yqhQYZeWw/S220/wefflock+skrulusky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--R4MleHa4Hw/Tlb9dbc44HI/AAAAAAAABFM/lx0_n481mg8/s72-c/DSC_10455a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30418363.post-8080005492955739669</id><published>2011-07-09T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:28:44.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW "FREE-LANCE INTELLIGENCE" META-BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKKZCNj0YYY/TiKCAT1oflI/AAAAAAAABCE/YWran1lWMh4/s1600/DSC_8328B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKKZCNj0YYY/TiKCAT1oflI/AAAAAAAABCE/YWran1lWMh4/s320/DSC_8328B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630205426003377746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;INFORMATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In an attempt to keep our friends up to date with what’s going on in th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e world as well as to share our creative endeavours, I’m creating this new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“meta-blog” page.  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font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/02/visiting-sacred-mountain-message-from.html"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1310539068_9"&gt;http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/02/visiting-sacred-mountain-message-from.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/02/visiting-sacred-mountain-message-from.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; GEO-TERRORISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOQd4dkkJFw/ThgtquDxO1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/ZqNKXQz4Tdc/s1600/01%2BHAARP_A_WMD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOQd4dkkJFw/ThgtquDxO1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/ZqNKXQz4Tdc/s320/01%2BHAARP_A_WMD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627297946341030738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://geo-terrorism.blo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;gspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The technetronic era involves the gradual appearance of a more controlled society&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dominated by an elite, unrestrained by traditional values&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;..this elite would not hesitate to achieve its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; political ends by using the latest modern techniques for influencing public behavior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Persisting social crisis, the emergence of a charismatic personality, and the exploitation of mass media to obtain public confidence would be the stepping-stones in the piecemeal transformation of the United States into a highly controlled society...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In addition, it may be possible—and tempting—to exploit for strategic political purposes the fruits of research &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the brain and on human behavior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZBIGNIEW BRZEZINSKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this blog in response to the “not-so-natural” earth-quakes and associated “disasters” which occurred in New Zealand and Japan in recent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;months.  With my own writings, including first-hand reports of anomalous phenomena in New Zealand and Australia, and the gradual up-loading of relevant articles by other researchers I am attempting to share information relating to the “new generation” of weapons systems which have supplanted atomic/nuclear technologies as the state-of-the-art “coercion leverage” instruments being deployed by globalist power-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;brokers, who are in fact “geo-terrorists.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LATEST POSTING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geo-terrorism Update:  Earth Under Attack...but 'What...me worry?' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-follows-are-selections-from.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;http://geo-terro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-follows-are-selections-from.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;rism.blogspot.com/2011/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-follows-are-selections-from.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;/what-follows-are-selections-from.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ARCHIVE SELECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Geo-terrorism and technetronic warfare&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/03/geo-terrorism-and-technetronic-warfare.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/03/geo-terrorism-and-technetronic-warfare.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Global geo-terrorism update&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/04/global-geo-terrorism-update-jeff.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/04/global-geo-terrorism-update-jeff.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Geo-terrorism update:  nuclear, technetronic &amp;amp; infotoxicology scenarios&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/geo-terrorism-update-nuclear.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/geo-terrorism-update-nuclear.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Geo-terrorism update:  women for Mother Earth&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/geo-terrorism-update-24-may-2011.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/geo-terrorism-update-24-may-2011.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RE-NAVIGATING THE HUMAN PROCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The Ultimate Technology"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMvxzSlMbFI/ThguH_R9OTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/JLBMGtZ94kE/s1600/ultimate%2Btechnology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMvxzSlMbFI/ThguH_R9OTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/JLBMGtZ94kE/s320/ultimate%2Btechnology.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627298449180145970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://renavigating-the-hum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;an-process.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RENAVIGATING THE HUMAN PROCESS is our most urgent necessity. Every instant we are using the "ultimate technology" that we are as a here-and-now instrument of consciousness and creativity. The problems we now face as human beings are a result of software deficiencies in our collective psyche. We have the ability to reprogram our mental operating environment and to renavigate our process away from oblivion and towards the continuity of life. The Earth is the only planet we know so graced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest blog is an attempt to create awareness of how, if humanity is choosing to create the current “global picture show”, then we can also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;choose to STOP creating it as it currently exists.  Our problems are not a flawed biology that needs to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; re-engineered, but a flawed “internal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;software” or psychological “operating environment” that needs to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cleared, up-graded, and re-installed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;LATEST POSTING:  &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/07/aldous-huxley-john-c-lilly-20th-century.html"&gt;http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/07/aldous-huxley-john-c-lilly-20th-century.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARCHIVE SELECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Notes on Jose Arguelles, UFO's, and 'War of the MK-Stargate' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/05/notes-on-jose-arguelles-ufos-and-war-of.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/05/notes-on-jose-arguelles-ufos-and-war-of.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Our Highest Goal:  To Maintain Our Dharma at all Costs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-highest-goal-to-maintain-our-dharma.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-highest-goal-to-maintain-our-dharma.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Creative Renavigation:  The Karma and Dharma of Being Here Now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/creative-renavigation-jeff-phillips.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/creative-renavigation-jeff-phillips.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Moira Timms, 'The Bible' (Revelation, the Seven Seals', &amp;amp; Chakras as Internal Technology)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/bible-moira-timms-notes-on-seven-seals.html"&gt;http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/bible-moira-timms-notes-on-seven-seals.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RACHELS CARSON OF TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MN9RtNMPEPg/Thg3hIZ4y0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/NbfLbDArzao/s1600/article_rachel_carson.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MN9RtNMPEPg/Thg3hIZ4y0I/AAAAAAAAA-g/NbfLbDArzao/s320/article_rachel_carson.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627308776730708802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachels-carson-of-today.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://rachels-carson-of-today.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What we have to face is not an occasional dose of poison which has accidentally got into some article of food...but a persistent and continuous poisoning of the whole human environment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dedicated to one of our greatest heroes, this blog is all about an ecological consciousness based on a genuine love of Mother Earth and our entire family of life, and focuses primarily on threats to environmental health li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ke chemical and pesticide toxicity, as well as threats from nuclear and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;radiological sources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;LATEST POSTING: &lt;a href="http://rachels-carson-of-today.blogspot.com/2011/05/pacific-ocean-radioactive-gargage-dump.html"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;http://rachels-carson-of-today.blogspot.com/2011/05/pacific-ocean-radioactive-gargage-dump.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHALES AND DOLPHINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDOKj-XmQJw/Thguwv2zF0I/AAAAAAAAA94/cxH-WHR-9tI/s1600/dolphins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDOKj-XmQJw/Thguwv2zF0I/AAAAAAAAA94/cxH-WHR-9tI/s320/dolphins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627299149414340418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tutunui-wananga.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://tutunui-wananga.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"To the dolphin alone, beyond all others, Nature has given what the best philosophers seek, friendship for no advantage; yet it is friend to all men and has often given great aid." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plutarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The personification of the knowledge of whales” is a Maori phrase that expresses what this blog is all about.  Dedicated to the REAL people of Earth, the cetaceans, or whales and dolphins are to me not only the “ultimate indigenous people” but also a true “extra-terrestrial intelligence.”  They have been on this planet ten times longer than humans, and are light-years ahead of us in terms of anything that could truly be called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“intelligence.”  This blog deals not only with the threats to their continued &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;health and existence but also with “who” they are as fellow sentient &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;LATEST POSTING: &lt;a href="http://tutunui-wananga.blogspot.com/2011/06/songs-of-humpback-whale-dr-roger-payne.html"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;http://tutunui-wananga.blogspot.com/2011/06/songs-of-humpback-whale-dr-roger-payne.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;INFOTOXICOLOGY/MASS-MEDIA MIND CONTROL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WikO2krRjNE/Thgvyi6_ubI/AAAAAAAAA-A/I4SfdxiEHWQ/s1600/einstein1945picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WikO2krRjNE/Thgvyi6_ubI/AAAAAAAAA-A/I4SfdxiEHWQ/s320/einstein1945picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627300279813650866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regainyourbrain.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://www.regainyourbrain.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regainyourbrain.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;rg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;p class="white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The scientist of today is distressed by           the fact that the results of his scientific work have created           a threat to mankind since they have fallen into the hands of           morally blind exponents of political power. He is conscious of           the fact that technological methods, made possible by his work,           have led to a concentration of economic and also of political           power in the hands of small minorities which have come to dominate           completely the lives of the masses of people, who appear more           and more amorphous. But even worse: the concentration of economic           and political power has not only made the man of science dependent           economically, it also threatens his independence from within;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;the shrewd methods of intellectual and psychic influences which           it brings to bear will prevent the development of independent           personalities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Albert Einstein, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists,&lt;/span&gt; 1952&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I created this site in 2004 after more than two decades of research in “infotoxicology”, a new discipline I created in 1995, which concerns the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pollution of our mental environment and the weaponization of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mass-communication.  Although this site hasn’t been up-dated since its creation, most of the material on there is not ephemeral but conceptual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and historical, and so of relevance now as an aid for research and awareness.  A major up-grade is in the works;  as well, Peter Entell’s brilliant documentary “The Tube” can now be watched from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;LATEST UP-GRADE (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;a href="http://www.regainyourbrain.org/regain_video/the_tube.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; http://www.regainyourbrain.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regainyourbrain.org/regain_video/the_tube.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;/regain_video/the_tube.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THE WAR ON INDEPENDENT THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvYtto-5MMk/ThgxH8nQqAI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/SW1_6bgw1K0/s1600/Frankenstein_monster_Boris_Karloff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvYtto-5MMk/ThgxH8nQqAI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/SW1_6bgw1K0/s320/Frankenstein_monster_Boris_Karloff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627301746999076866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regainyourbrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://www.regainyourbrain.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you give a man the correct information for seven years, h&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e may believe the incorrect information on the first day of the eighth year when it is necessary&lt;/span&gt;, from your point of view, that he should do so&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Your first job is to build credibility and the authenticity of your propaganda&lt;/span&gt;, and persuade the enemy to trust you although you are his enemy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;Psychological Warfare Casebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;, Operations Research, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;Johns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;Hopkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;, 1958&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This blog is a supplement to the regain site and lately I’ve been focussing on the mind-control aspects of the “new generation” of “technetronic” weapons.  Television, “wi-fi”, mobile phones and “smart meters” are all part of the integrated weaponized electrical grid scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;LATEST POSTING: &lt;a href="http://regainyourbrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/tube-review-how-television-affects-mind.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://regainyourbrain.blogspot.com/2011/06/tube-review-how-television-affects-mind.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;EXPERIMENTAL FILM/AUDIO-VISUAL PROJECTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nztHclJx7Zw/ThgxiKfk_AI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lwXTO2m_6mU/s1600/cover_balarnia%2B4faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nztHclJx7Zw/ThgxiKfk_AI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lwXTO2m_6mU/s320/cover_balarnia%2B4faces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627302197401549826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cryo-now.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://cryo-now.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here we share information about our film/audio-visual projects, which include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cryo 2008&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chronicles of Balarnia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te Waiwaia Dreaming&lt;/span&gt;, and our latest project, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gaiotea Dreaming&lt;/span&gt;, a slide-show dvd consisting of over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1000 of our still photos from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aotea&lt;/span&gt;, or Great Barrier Island, New Zealand, with a sound-track of music from some of our favourite native American/ambient-nature artists, including humpback whales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;LATEST POSTING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://cryo-now.blogspot.com/2011/07/gaiotea-dreaming.html"&gt;http://cryo-now.blogspot.com/2011/07/gaiotea-dreaming.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ORIGINAL MUSIC/FILM SOUNDTRACKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxlAdPCsBpA/ThgwR3ZB3GI/AAAAAAAAA-I/mXvsG622awM/s1600/VM_guitar.crafter.2.0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxlAdPCsBpA/ThgwR3ZB3GI/AAAAAAAAA-I/mXvsG622awM/s320/VM_guitar.crafter.2.0a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627300817884273762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebrink-jeffphillips.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;http://thebrink-jeffphillips.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve used the name “The Brink” since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1985 for myself in musical form.  Here are notes on my various musical projects and links to down-load and/or listen to a selection of original music, including that used in our films.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;LATEST POSTING: &lt;a href="http://thebrink-jeffphillips.blogspot.com/2009/11/audio-centric-session-nz-2006-8.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebrink-jeffphillips.blogspot.com/2011/07/musical-experiments-by-jeff-phillips.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://thebrink-jeffphillips.blogspot.com/2011/07/musical-experiments-by-jeff-phillips.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebrink-jeffphillips.blogspot.com/2011/07/musical-experiments-by-jeff-phillips.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dolphinmatrix.com/Jeff/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://dolphinmatrix.com/Jeff/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Art &amp;amp; Universe of Jeff Phillips &amp;amp; Liesbet Verstraeten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is our main web-site where you can see a lot of our visual art;  near the top of the page is a link to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te Waiwaia Dreaming&lt;/span&gt;.  On the right side is a list of links to other pages, including “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thalionics&lt;/span&gt;” (science of humour) and “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultimate Technology&lt;/span&gt;.”  Links to our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picasaweb&lt;/span&gt; still-photo sites are there, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30418363-8080005492955739669?l=synthaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/8080005492955739669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30418363&amp;postID=8080005492955739669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/8080005492955739669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/8080005492955739669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/07/full-spectrum-information-new-meta-blog.html' title='NEW &quot;FREE-LANCE INTELLIGENCE&quot; META-BLOG'/><author><name>Jeff Wefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055962946869392042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/Sv3zrxbH7rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/__yqhQYZeWw/S220/wefflock+skrulusky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKKZCNj0YYY/TiKCAT1oflI/AAAAAAAABCE/YWran1lWMh4/s72-c/DSC_8328B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30418363.post-1001738814123375515</id><published>2011-03-01T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T03:37:54.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRISTCHURCH QUAKE  by Jeff Phillips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VN8x8z62BGk/ThwKkcs_XKI/AAAAAAAAA-4/9-irmCoOV3M/s1600/4689772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VN8x8z62BGk/ThwKkcs_XKI/AAAAAAAAA-4/9-irmCoOV3M/s320/4689772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628385255602740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfE8sDhDmqA/ThwKfee7_BI/AAAAAAAAA-w/vUJ6dQamXcI/s1600/cathedral-420-420x0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfE8sDhDmqA/ThwKfee7_BI/AAAAAAAAA-w/vUJ6dQamXcI/s320/cathedral-420-420x0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628385170181323794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfHK3CeS4SM/ThwKa6Fz7gI/AAAAAAAAA-o/H09lSyi0UxA/s1600/earthquake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfHK3CeS4SM/ThwKa6Fz7gI/AAAAAAAAA-o/H09lSyi0UxA/s320/earthquake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628385091692785154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In the weeks and months following the 22 February quake I've written and compiled a lot of highly relevant information concerning the "not so natural" dimensions not only of the Christchurch event but also of the earthquake/tsunami that destroyed Fukushima Japan and unleashed a global radiological toxicity scenario.  Check the links below to read my thoughts on all this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/03/geo-terrorism-and-technetronic-warfare.html"&gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/03/geo-terrorism-and-technetronic-warfare.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/04/global-geo-terrorism-update-jeff.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/04/global-geo-terrorism-update-jeff.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/geo-terrorism-update-nuclear.html"&gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/geo-terrorism-update-nuclear.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/geo-terrorism-update-24-may-2011.html"&gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/05/geo-terrorism-update-24-may-2011.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/06/claudia-von-werlhofdr-rosalie-bertell.html"&gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/06/claudia-von-werlhofdr-rosalie-bertell.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-follows-are-selections-from.html"&gt;http://geo-terrorism.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-follows-are-selections-from.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An opportunity for renavigation has been created; but will people as a whole take advantage of it? THIS is the issue. As I see it, the biggest form of awakening that needs to happen is for people to realize that the Earth is not a dead chunk of rock made of resources to be extracted; the Earth is very alive, and in more and deeper ways than most people would like to believe." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE ALSO:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Karma and Dharma of Being Here Now"&lt;/span&gt;  Jeff Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/creative-renavigation-jeff-phillips.html"&gt;http://renavigating-the-human-process.blogspot.com/2011/06/creative-renavigation-jeff-phillips.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART ONE:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;OPPORTUNITY FOR RENAVIGATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; When Liesbet and I returned from Mt. Titiroa to Manapouri the day before the most recent Christchurch earthquake last week, we felt that we had just been in “the womb of the Earth” and were resonating with her consciousness so deeply that it was as if we were sensing her feelings as a planetary intelligence.  We came away not only with a powerfully enhanced connection with nature, but also with a profound feeling that she, as a planetary being, is experiencing great pain and sadness.  Our intuition is that a lot of her suffering is because of what humanity as a whole is doing;  but she is also going through changes due to forces originating at the heliocosmic and galactic levels.  The harm being done by humanity’s global technological civilization, our on-going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koyaanisqatsi&lt;/span&gt;, is astronomical in its own right, but also serves to exacerbate the extra-terrestrially originating energetic shifts and imbalances, negatively affecting not only the Earth’s ability to maintain stability, but also our own ability to survive the “window of transition” we are now in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; New Zealand is no stranger to earthquakes, being located right on a major planetary juncture between two tectonic plates.  Seismic activity and vulcanism are common in these areas.  The north island region around Napier was devastated several decades ago, with far greater loss of life than the recent event in Christchurch.  Cities like Auckland, which is built on a hundred or more extinct volcanos, and Wellington, which is close to the major fault-line, have had “quake awareness” for decades;  but Christchurch is located in an area believed by many geologists to have been seismically inactive for tens of thousands of years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; In the past decade, ever since I spent a month on Maui and visited the Haleakala volcano there, I’ve had a fascination with volcanos.  They are powerful in many extraordinary ways, and represent deep archetypes in the human psyche, as do earthquakes.  Embedded in our collective psyche are memories of catastrophic events of terrestrial and cosmic natures;  deep down we all “remember” times when the skies were darkened, the earth rumbled, bolts of lightning illuminated the heavens.  Humanity has been here long enough to have witnessed countless displays of “theomachy” or the “war of the gods” which ancient rulers sought to emulate.  Immanuel Velikovsky believed that humanity as a whole had been so thoroughly traumatized by the succession of these events that modern man’s overall disposition was that of a mental patient who had no recollection of what had happened, but who behaved irrationally and even self-destructively in the process of repeatedly “acting out” or re-creating those traumatic events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Could it be that this deep-seated unconscious desire to re-experience catastrophes is what leads people to build cities in what could be potentially dangerous places, for example, inside the crater of volcanos believed to be extinct;  or in the case of Christchurch, on a peripheral lava flow of a mega-volcano complex that had become a wetland, which was drained for agriculture and construction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My main purpose in writing this article is to challenge the wisdom behind what appears to be the consensus of Christchurch leadership, which seems to be forging ahead with “building an earth-quake-proof city” with “buildings that can’t kill people.”  These are more or less the words spoken by Christchurch mayor Bob Parker the day after the quake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Geologist Mark Quigley said on the same day that a lot of new in-depth research needed to be done to verify what he thought, but that he had good reason to believe that the most recent quake was NOT in fact an “after-shock” from the September 2010 quake, but an entirely new sequence of events emanating from a totally different fault.  He went on to say that both of these faults could indeed be part of a single much more extensive fault system yet to be mapped;  the thing to be concerned about is that, if this were in fact the case, then the entire Canterbury area would be susceptible to quakes of far greater enormity than any of those that have already happened, as a long fault can generate exponentially more energy than its shorter sub-systems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; These words alone from a highly respected geologist familiar with south island seismology should be reason enough to postpone at least temporarily plans for “rebuilding” Christchurch, shouldn’t they?  Not that basic infrastructure shouldn’t be restored, housing, businesses…but where do you draw the line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; To me, the biggest question is, given the pattern of events that’s already transpired in Christchurch:  large quake out of nowhere…thousands of after-shocks…medium quake…thousands of after-shocks…much worse quake…”out of nowhere”?  Hardly, given what had just happened in recent months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Given this pattern, where is the wisdom or even sanity in immediately launching into a major re-construction campaign when the possibility totally exists of more quakes at any moment, which, according to Dr. Quigley, have the potential to be far more devastating than the one that just levelled the cbd of Christchurch and claimed over 200 lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I don’t claim to have the answers:  where will all the people whose homes have been destroyed live from now on?  Would YOU want to have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on re-building your home, only to have it destroyed yet AGAIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I actually thought all this stuff after the September quake and its sequence of thousands of after-shocks, including the pretty big one on the day after Boxing Day.  I was in a zone of silence at Wainui when it happened, and I remember hearing it quite clearly.  It was actually a combination of hearing and feeling it.  I knew what it was;  there was something very eery about it.  I definitely knew that it was not thunder and not a man-made sound, from subtle information contained in the harmonics of the rumble.  It had some of the characteristics of a voice, the groan or moan of a being more than an inanimate sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ever since we came back to the south island just before Christmas, we’ve been talking with just about everyone we’ve met about the quakes.  Most people didn’t seem too flustered by it all, but then they’d mention, with a look of concern, “But when’s it going to stop?”  This was before the quake of 22 February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The only truthful and logical answer is that there’s absolutely no way to know.  BUT the precedent has been fully established, undoubtedly, that the Christchurch area is NOW about as active seismically as anywhere can be;  and it’s all totally unpredictable.  In my mind, the more activity that happens, the more that could be on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It’s a difficult situation.  Not many people want to give up not only their homes or businesses that have been destroyed, but their entire city as well.  Intelligence, however, requires looking at the entire spectrum of possibilities as far as they can be comprehended, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And sure, the “what if” road goes really far in many directions.  But how many people, either still in Christchurch and surrounds, or exiled at least temporarily to other places, are asking their friends and themselves, “Could this happen yet AGAIN, and if so, do we want to be here for that?”  I believe that, even as non-sensical and out of touch as many people seem to be these days, there would be few who weren’t entertaining these questions at least at some level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Some might argue that since the quakes have happened, the “stress” that had accumulated has now been relieved;  but according to geologists, these quakes were not the result of “stress.”  Others might say that maybe the Banks peninsula mega-volcano is awakening out of what has long been believed to be dormancy or even extinction.  Dr. Quigley mentioned a time-frame of “two or three million years” since these faults experienced movement.  Volcanos, after all, are essentially tunnels that go way down into the Earth’s mantle;  they are channels that allowed molten magma to flow up and out.  I’m no vulcanologist but wouldn’t it be reasonable to think that, given sufficient heat from below, that these channels may not be capable of re-opening?  The past year has witnessed more than one eruption from South American volcanos believed to have been extinct for thousands of years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Speculation aside, however, what is clear is that this most recent disaster in Christchurch has presented an opportunity for re-navigation of everything that people there are about.  At the immediate level, it’s forced people to wake up in a huge way because a lot of the things they take for granted suddenly weren’t there, including the solidity of the Earth itself.  Homes, cars, food, water, comfort and safety, pets, friends and loved ones, some or all of these have been lost to many thousands of people.  In a powerful way this forces people to be people again, back to the roots of what it really means to be a human being.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; An opportunity is created for people to ask a lot of questions and to do a lot of serious thinking about a lot of things, pragmatic, philosophical, maybe even spiritual.  It would be possible for a tremendous amount of socio-psychological, cultural, and metaphysical healing and growth to come out of all this.  These events, this most recent disaster, could be a catalyst for a major transformation of what people think is important, or necessary, even what they think of as “reality.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; An opportunity for renavigation has been created;  but will people as a whole take advantage of it?  THIS is the issue.  As I see it, the biggest form of awakening that needs to happen is for people to realize that the Earth is not a dead chunk of rock made of resources to be extracted;  the Earth is very alive, and in more and deeper ways than most people would like to believe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; We have to become aware that we all together, as individuals and collectively, comprise a not insignificant factor in the overall equation of what is happening with the Earth.  She feels the pain we are inflicting on her;  she feels sorrow that so many of her human children no longer care about her or acknowledge her existence.  Not only our actions…or inactions…but our thoughts, our intentions contribute to our “reality.”  I believe that the Earth as a planetary intelligence, THE planetary intelligence of which we are an unconscious member is quite literally crying out to us to wake up from our artificial reality trance into the awareness of the peril of the natural world happening around us right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; There’s not much we can do about changes in the sun’s energy, or emanations from the centre of the galaxy, or a super-nova, or an asteroid collision;  but we DO have the option of stopping or cutting back on the ecological damage being wrought at increasingly enormous levels by the summation of our day-to-day activities, by the effects of our global military-industrial-technological civilization.  Indigenous elders have been warning us for decades.  We’d be a lot better off, for example, if instead of watching footy, we engaged in some basic science education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And we DO have the option of deciding if we want to live in cities or not.  Bob Parker said last week, with respect to rebuilding Christchurch, “Look at Napier, look at San Francisco.”  They are both cities of varying size that successfully re-built after major earthquake devastation.  But they are both still cities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; No city is a “natural” environment.  It cannot possibly be.  Cities of any size have huge concentrations of most or all of the most dangerous health and ecological hazards that humans are creating.  Personally, I never understood why people would actually want to live in a city if they didn’t actually have to.  Maybe a truly visionary perspective could prevail in Christchurch, and something kind of resembling a “city” could be re-built, but thoroughly de-centralized and arborealized, with traffic banned in the cbd just like in Berkeley, and no buildings over say three stories allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Again, I don’t pretend to have any “answers” but I tried to help with some questions.  A tremendous opportunity for renavigation of a lot of major processes has been created by these quakes, and globally, by the cosmic “window of alignment” we are now in;  only the people of Christchurch, indeed, the people of our entire planet, will decide what they will do with this opportunity.  The future, the fate of our entire species, and even life as we know it, may depend on the decisions we each make now and in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; In Part Two I will examine existing evidence, not only from alternative scientific sources but experiences of friends and ourselves as well, which indicate an artificial origin for the Christchurch earthquake series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ultimately, the result is the same:  whether the quakes are “natural” or “man-made”, we each are STILL an integral part of the overall system of human and planetary energies and consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;JEFF PHILLIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MANAPOURI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW PHOTOS POSTED HERE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/therockist2/MOUNTTITIROAFEB15202011#"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/therockist2/MOUNTTITIROAFEB15202011#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mt. Titiroa  photos from 2010 posted here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/therockist/MANAPOURIMTTITIROAFIORDLANDSOUTHISLANDNEWZEALAND#"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/therockist/MANAPOURIMTTITIROAFIORDLANDSOUTHISLANDNEWZEALAND#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW PHOTOS FROM LIESBET POSTED HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/NZ_SouthIsland_Fiordland#"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1448953893yshortcuts" id="yiv1448953893lw_1298603685_0"&gt;https://picasaweb.google.com/ilnissky/NZ_SouthIsland_Fiordland#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE  FROM JEFF:  The first two parts of this article were written on Monday,  21 February, the day before the Christchurch earthquake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;“We are ALL on a journey through the unknown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life and the Earth have gone through similar ‘windows of change’ before, but each time is unique.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Humans must realize that as a whole they are waging an unconscious war against their very home and mother;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as a whole they are insane with respect to the ‘reality’ of global indigenous wisdom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If humans as whole woke up, questioned what they are doing, and renavigated their process, most importantly by greatly reducing immediate damage to the Earth, her eco-systems and life-forms, they will astronomically increase their own chances not only for ‘survival’ through these ‘Earth changes’ but may find themselves included once again with a place in the coming ‘new creation’.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;VISITING A SACRED MOUNTAIN:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A MESSAGE FROM THE EARTH&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Returning from an arduous and sacred journey into timeless wilderness, silent, clear and alive, undisrupted by human enterprise, is a profound experience, psychologically and spiritually.  In the same way that we have found ourselves very much immersed in the “dream-time” dimensions during our travels around Australia, during the trek we just completed to Mt. Titiroa, the highest peak in southern Fiordland, south island of New Zealand, we found ourselves similarly in, literally, another dimension of experience, of being, of truly and immediately feeling the innate power of, and the love inherent in, the rocks, trees, waters, birds, clouds and mountains, of the Earth and Mother Nature, of a realm where the Great Spirit is audible and visible.  A knowing of the reason that indigenous people sing songs to the wind and the stars;  a distinct feeling that nature is indeed not only aware of our presence there, but that she is watching over us, guiding us gently in time and direction, in inspiration;  a genuinely mystical recognition of and connection with a world that is infinitely more real, alive and eternal than the ephemeral and anthropocentric isocosm, the increasingly mono-cultured “artificial world of his own creation” into which mankind is retreating more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;This moment is a very special window of time during which one is still filled with the tranquillity and vibration of undisrupted nature, yet sufficiently re-engaged with the “comforts” of, for example, a place to write, to try to express these thoughts. The living pulse resounds within, even as the occasional noise of machines resounds without.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A time in which to feel fully within oneself the immense contrasts, even contradictions, of “being here now” as a human being, of realizing how utterly insignificant at best, and destructive in general, most of the human enterprise actually is, for ourselves and the world we so graciously have been given to live in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A moment to reflect deeply on the central mysteries of existence as a person, and to understand how best to live, to refine the gem, the incomprehensibly wonderful gift we have each been given, this cosmically brief yet inwardly infinite existence we call a “life.”&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Eventually we come back into our bodies, but for now our auras remain entwined with the unspeakable beauty of where we’ve just come from.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish, I will for this magic never to subside, for the fibers of life-energy joining us back to the alpine serenity always to remain, so that the blessing of this special connection is never diminished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;In this special state of awareness I receive confirmation of what I already believed to be true:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that the sum total of human activity is harming the Earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is more clear now is not only that this is the case, but that the Earth experiences this harm in an almost “personal” way, since she is a living being whose nature, whose “nature” is far beyond our comprehension as only one minute species of her life forms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is clear to me now is that the Earth feels the pain of every tree that is chopped down, every animal, every person, who is killed, every mine that is blasted, every well that is drilled and not just the physical pain analogous to having a piece of your arm cut out, but the spiritual anguish of a level only experienced by a planetary consciousness, a mother of myriad lives and forms under attack by some of her own unique and special children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is deeply hurt by our intent of greed rather than need, by our obsession with domination.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What IS wrong with us?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why are we so different from everyone else who is incapable of being out of balance with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;I am also keenly aware of my anger with people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This anger is not one born of negativity or destructive energy, but a constructively critical anger born from loving life yet witnessing an on-going descent of humanity into a pit of unnecessary degradation to ourselves, our fellow beings, our planet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why must we continue to wage war on the Earth?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How is it that our collective hearts have grown so cold, so distant from the embrace of the Earth and her love for us?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why have we as a whole become deaf to her music, her cries, blind to the damage we do from our ‘ways of life’?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why do we insist that we can’t make a difference, or that it’s all someone else’s problem?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;I am only angry at people because of my love for them;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am angry at people’s failure to wake up, to question things they do that they know are not good but they insist on doing it anyway, at their refusal to change, to use the highest knowledge we already have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am angry at greed, at stupidity, at inertia, at wanton destruction in the name of money, at the astronomical amount of needless killing of ourselves that we have done and continue to do, often in the name of something called or worshipped as “god.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All too often, our propensity for superficial rationalization conceals a deep unrest, a denial of what people will admit as truth if questioned.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am angered, and saddened, by how little people seem to ask of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;In my life, in recent decades, I have heard indigenous elders going to great lengths to deliver messages sent down from thousands of years ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These messages may differ in detail, in language, but in essence they are one&lt;i style=""&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;what we do to the Earth we do to ourselves&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we choose to destroy the Earth, to harm her, for whatever reasons we may find it convenient to rationalize as acceptable, we simultaneously inflict the same wounds upon ourselves and our descendents, possibly even precluding their existence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ARE of the Earth:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;every molecule in our bodies came originally from stone, the body of the Earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are filled with her waters, we breathe her air;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;our blood flows with her iron, just as her “blood” of petroleum and “nerves” of gold flow with energies unknown to and possibly unknowable by us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Civilized” humanity has no understanding of or respect for the spirit of a forest or a mountain, the life or right to peace of a wild animal, the solitude of an undisrupted place, the consciousness of a tree, whale, or planet for that matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each of these has an inherent right to exist;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;yet our “mentality” recognizes nothing of this, instead targeting all that is “natural” as a resource to be exploited, devoid of any meaning in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;In 1986 I heard Hopi elder Thomas Banyacya share the ancient prophecies from his ancestors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First and foremost was this warning:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“If we dig precious things from the land, we will invite disaster.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the same week that I heard him speak, near Black Mesa in Arizona, the Chernobyl nuclear accident occurred, releasing massive amounts of radioactive poisons into a densely populated region of the biosphere;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the irony of this powerful synchronicity was that the uranium for the first atomic bombs was mined from Black Mesa, on the Hopi reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;I share with you now a message from the Earth, as one of the few people who may be capable of perceiving and delivering such a message.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Undisrupted indigenous cultures and cosmologies are vanishing;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;elder carriers of ancient wisdom are dying with no suitable heirs to the gifts of their knowledge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Extremely few people in our own cultural &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milieu&lt;/span&gt; retain, nurture, have ever developed, or can even understand the importance of a genuine, deep and living real-time connection with the consciousness of the Earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As someone who not only lives in an intermediate zone between human industrial civilization and the non-human realms, but who has also dedicated a significant portion of their total life energy to creating awareness of what the Oglala native Americans refer to as “mitakuye oyasin”, “all my relations”, of our existence as human beings within a much larger family of all of life as we know her, our responsibility for and our endangerment of this family of life, which includes the Earth herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;My attempt to share this “message” is of course an intuitive expression;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I advance no pretense of “direct translation” but offer a personal interpretation of what this message conveys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In essence, it contains nothing that I haven’t already been trying to share for decades;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it is the most recent, comprehensive and concise condensation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, this “message” does not originate in the domains of symbolic language;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;English as a vehicle of communication has its own parameters, its own utility and limitation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mine is an attempt to bridge the worlds of nature and spirit with those of humanity and day-to-day life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Message priority:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;urgent&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;THE MESSAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;We as human beings are only one species of life on a planet who is home to billions of life-forms, known and unknown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All life forms are unique; in the most fundamental ways we are no different or important than any other living being, except that our beliefs about ourselves have set us apart in our own minds, in thought and in action, and in the ability of our technological-industrial civilization to poison and exploit the planetary biosphere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dominant belief paradigms like Darwinism and Judaeo-Christianity have laid the foundation for the widespread separation from and destruction of the natural world which we now experience and exacerbate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Indigenous peoples who live simply and in touch with nature are systematically decimated;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;their lands stolen, resources extracted, and the remnants become assimilated into the modern “way of life” centered on materialism, over-consumption, and the religion of capitalism. In the words of Joseph Wood Krutch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Man is one of those animals which is in danger from its too successul participation in the struggle for existence…from the standpoint of nature as a whole, he is both a threat to every other living thing, and therefore, a threat to himself also…he has become the tyrant of the Earth, the waster of its resources, the creator of the most prodigious imbalance in the natural order which has ever existed…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;We as human beings require the Earth for our existence;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the Earth loves us as one of her children but does not require our existence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we poison and destroy the Earth, we literally do this to ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our “artificial realities” imposed on the Earth and each other have supplanted our relationship with the natural world to such an extent that nature is no longer a primary element of consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;One in two people globally now live in cities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No city of any size can possibly be a healthful place to live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cities are high-density concentrations of all the most destructive things that people do, and are permeated with high levels of toxins, electromagnetic radiation, noise and socio-cultural malaise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People living in cities are far more vulnerable to natural and man-made disasters than people living in more natural and de-centralized conditions in the country or forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The Earth is a constantly changing and dynamic being, a living planet undergoing transformations just as her life-forms do;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the Earth simultaneously provides an encompassing context for life as we know it, but is also itself embedded in larger cosmic contexts, most notably, the heliocosm, or local solar system, which is itself dynamic, transformative, and influenced by energies and movements at the galactic level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Current science tells us that life itself has survived several “mass extinction events”;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;99.9% of all life-forms that ever existed are now extinct.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life is not so much a specific life-form, for example, an individual organism or species, but more of a process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Human life has been around long enough to have witnessed cosmic catastrophes that have left imprints in our collective psyche.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Earth experiences cyclical variations that result in changes in climate and magnetic fields, with resultant effects on life-forms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Ancient/indigenous cultures have knowledge of some of these cycles and have long predicted the accelerated “Earth changes” now upon us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The influence of the existence of our global technological-industrial civilization is a significant factor as well in how these Earth changes affect us and the planet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The choices that we make, individually and collectively, on how we live and what we do with respect to the Earth also comprise a significant factor in the overall equation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;In addition to the direct manipulative and destructive effects of our technological civilization, including man’s warfare against himself, we may also be precipitating a higher degree of negative influence from the cosmic levels due to the disruption of natural systems at a planetary level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These negative influences could be termed “karmic” as well as “energetic” and “morphogenetic.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;At the human level, our overall desensitisation to the vibrations of nature puts us in a frequency domain out of harmony with the Earth and out of harmony with the incoming energetic shifts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our decision-making is affected and in general we are not living in ways that are compatible with the long-term health or even existence of life as we know it, human or non-human.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we are out of touch with the subtle intelligence of nature, we are not able to respond to urgent warning signals, psychic “alarm bells” which may alert us to impending danger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the local environment is saturated with electromagnetic radiation and chemical toxins, our personal auras are distorted, our resonance with the Earth’s magnetic field is blocked and we are out of synch with the real world in which life as we know it has always lived and evolved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The Earth is not “punishing” us for doing what we are doing;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we are punishing ourselves, and the Earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The result is that we are making it vastly more difficult for ourselves to make it through this window of time successfully, for example, by continuing to live more and more extravagantly, consuming more and more resources, instead of pulling back on our damage to the Earth like indigenous elders and true “old school” environmental leaders have been telling us to for decades.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In no way are we using the best or highest knowledge;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the opposite is closer to the truth, as we plunge head-long into accelerating destructive habits and the refusal to renavigate our course to oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;In the aftermath of the development of atomic weapons, Albert Einstein observed that “everything has changed except our ways of thinking.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This same insight can be applied to the effects of our entire military-industrial civilization:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;science-fiction level technologies are being deployed of on an undreamed-of scale, yet as individuals we cling to totally out-moded beliefs and values that make no sense in today’s world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We each are affected daily by the results of the scientific “revolution” yet most people could be classed as scientifically illiterate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The unknowns with which we as humans are now confronted are enormous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The biggest unknowns lie within each of us, the mystery of why, for example, we steadfastly refuse to wake up out of the hypnotic trance called “normality” and to examine our “ways of life” that are literally paving the road to disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;It’s clear that political “leadership” and mass-media are only making matters worse by reinforcing the unquestioned &lt;i style=""&gt;status quo&lt;/i&gt; beliefs that increased materialism, capitalism and “technology” are the solutions to the problems we now face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Nothing could be further from the truth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We each have the ability to take charge of our own lives if we allow ourselves to disengage from the “artificial realities” which have come to dominate our existence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We each have the ability to choose to simplify our lives, to live closer to nature, to live as if the Earth and our family of life, “mitakuye oyasin”, actually matter as fellow beings, not as “resources.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;If we each get a little closer to nature and lessen the damage we participate in through our daily routines and things we take for granted, a wellspring of healing and love is there just waiting for us to be aware of it, from the heart of the Earth herself, our true mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;If we drink from the fountains of life we become more alive, and regain our sensitivity and responsiveness to the intelligence of nature and the Earth which is constantly guiding and informing us about what is happening in the local universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;This is the essence of the “transmission” I received from the Earth via Mt. Titiroa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me, this is the “message” of the rocks, the trees, the waters, the whales and dolphins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stated very simply:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“We are ALL on a journey through the unknown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life and the Earth have gone through similar “windows of change” before, but each time is unique.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Humans must realize that as a whole they are waging an unconscious war against their very home and mother;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as a whole they are insane with respect to the “reality” of global indigenous wisdom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If humans as whole woke up, questioned what they are doing, and renavigated their process,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;most importantly by greatly reducing immediate damage to the Earth, her eco-systems and life-forms, they will astronomically increase their own chances not only for ‘survival’ through these ‘Earth changes’ but may find themselves included once again with a place in the coming ‘new creation’.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;VISITING MOUNT TITIROA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;Liesbet and I were first inspired to visit Mt. Titiroa just about a year ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we were in Manapouri in 2008 we saw an article in a magazine written by a photographer who had climbed to the summit ridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had taken photos of some amazing wind-sculpted boulders;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we knew then that we had to go there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We learned that Mt. Titiroa is very unique, not only in that it’s the highest point in this part of Fiordland, but more importantly the whole top of the mountain is a huge deposit of a mineral called quartzite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not a geologist but I do know that quartz and related minerals have unique crystalline properties;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;quartz crystals are used extensively by traditional shamans and medicine persons, as well as in computers and electronic devices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;The mountain itself is visually spectacular as the whole top is white from the quartzite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not snow-white, but bright white.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it dominates the landscape from all directions coming into Manapouri.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Particularly when you leave out to the south, or are approaching from the south towards Manapouri, you can see just how extensive&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the quartzite ridges of Titiroa are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;We made our first “ascent” in February of 2010, using a map from a south island guide book to show us the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the mountain itself no trails exist;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;many routes exist, and we continue to find out more all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The shortest and most direct way is the way we took first, which involves an almost vertical climb for over a kilometre up through deep forest filled with moss and dead trees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left our base camp at Garnock Burn, and climbed the mountain only with cameras and water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This took us a lot longer than planned, and consequently we didn’t have ample time to get onto the ridge itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got back to camp just before dark, using and retrieving the trail markers I’d painstakingly left to mark our route.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On this way to and from Titiroa, going up is easy, as all you have to do is head for the highest ground you can see and you’ll get there;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;coming down is a different matter, because you’re in dense forest and can’t see where you’re going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could very easily get lost and go down the wrong way since it all looks the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;When we got back to Manapouri after this first visit, we actually felt a kind of inner “sickness” for several days that we attributed to being on the mountain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and seemed to be a kind of stress centered on my solar plexus chakra.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Liesbet and I figured that this mountain must be a very powerful vortex or sacred area connected not only with local Fiordland and New Zealand geo-tectonic ley-lines, but also with the global energy Earth-energy grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;We guessed that the inner distress we felt was a reflection of what the Earth herself was feeling, possibly from a combination of what humanity is doing to her as well as from changes in her heliocosmic environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;I have always been acutely aware of New Zealand’s existence right on a major tectonic fault, and have often felt the distortions in magnetic field and other peculiarities common to such locations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;New Zealand is also very volcanic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only the north island, with Auckland being built on over 100 extinct volcanos, and large cones or complexes like Taranaki, Ruapehu/Tongariro, Tarawera, and White Island;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but also the south island, with Lake Taupo being the water-filled crater remnant of a huge volcano, and the Banks peninsula, a triad of extinct volcanos inside whose craters are the towns of Akaroa and Lyttelton, and on whose lava flow Christchurch is built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Last year I wrote about what we felt in a section called “The Magnetic Anomaly Experience.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“The underlying reasons for this feeling are probably very complex, but not unrelated to the geo-physical stress generated in the Earth all along fault-lines and tectonic plate junctures across the planet, the disruptions/distortions in local magnetic fields due to this stress, and their exacerbations due to energetic changes happening throughout the entire solar system and beyond.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, what we were feeling may be being felt by and/or affecting people living on or close to fault-lines all over the world, in this case, the ‘Pacific rim.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In case you weren’t aware, New Zealand is actually bisected by a major fault-line, straddling the transverse subduction zone between the Pacific and Indian/Australian tectonic plates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even Kiwis as a whole don’t know of the existence of what’s called the ‘Stokes Magnetic Anomaly’, a cartographic region that basically follows the fault line along the South Island, but veers off to the west in the north and out to sea to the east through Wanaka and Cromwell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Within this region the Earth’s magnetic field is distorted because of proximity to the fault line, and any readings taken using a magnetic compass must be adjusted accordingly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;We had all this in mind when we made our second visit to Mount Titiroa last week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tried to time it so as to be on the mountain for the full moon, which we were, and hoped for a window of cooperative weather, which we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Since our first visit in 2010, Christchurch had experienced its first major earthquakes, in an area believed by many geologists to have been seismically stable for as long as tens of thousands of years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amazingly, no lives were lost;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but it seemed like a massive “wake-up call.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually heard the Boxing Day quake from Akaroa, and we’d talked with many people about the quakes and un-ending after-shocks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one seemed particularly worried about it, although many people expressed concern over when it might eventually stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;So when we set out for Mt.Titiroa last week we were consciously making a sacred journey to what we held to be a planetary power spot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We “walked in beauty” in the spirit of the land.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our plan this time was to try a different route to the ridge, along a river-bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This route would be longer but maybe a bit less vertical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Shortly after leaving Garnock Burn with all our gear, as this time our plan was to camp out up on the mountain, we met a guy called Warren walking with a girl, who had just come down from the summit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They told us the way they’d gone, which was up the next river beyond the one we were aiming for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since they had just successfully done it, we decided to go the same way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As it turns out, Warren’s dad is a guy called Jimmy, who has climbed Titiroa perhaps more than anyone else;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he had told Warren about this route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Remember that once you leave Garnock Burn, there is no trail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We found the river and began following it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The good thing about this route was that we were able to see where we were going a lot of the time, even Titiroa herself at some points, whereas on our initial journey we were in dense forest until the top.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The going was ok;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we were carrying a good deal of gear, Liesbet probably about 20 kgs and me probably about 35 kgs or so, including still and video cameras.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other good thing about going this way was that we didn’t have to carry much weight in water, as it was flowing right beside us the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;As we went further, however, the going got harder and harder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At times we had to scramble over huge boulders, hoping that we could get around them;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;or leave the river and enter the forest, finding a path through dense undergrowth, fallen moss-covered trees, tangled vines and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Finally after about four hours along the river we made it to the convergence where two rivers become one;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it was here that we were to climb the ridge that would take us above tree-line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The day was late but we were able to eke out a tiny but perfect camp-site just up on the beginning of the ridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here we spent the night of the full moon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A cloud-cover had come in, but no rain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’d checked the big-scale satellite weather picture before we left and according to that, a large system was approaching the south island from the east but wasn’t supposed to bring cloud or rain until Sunday, but this was Thursday and clouds were here.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;The next morning we headed up the ridge and encountered what was by far the toughest going we’ve ever experienced in a wilderness experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This involved climbing, almost vertically at times, up through extremely dense under-growth, with back-packs and cameras, not sure of an exact route at any time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily the ridge was pretty narrow and well-defined, so it was pretty easy always to stay on the back-bone of the ridge itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This part took us about four gruelling hours to do, but we arrived at an awesome little clearing just below the tree-line that gave a fantastic view of the whole eastern ridge all the way to the summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;This was where Warren and his friend had camped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By now it looked like rain could be approaching, but this was our day to explore the top.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was already around 3 p.m., so we set up the tent in case it was going to rain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also had brought minimal water to save on weight, but now, the only water we could access was several hundred meters down a very steep ravine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was going to have to do this to get water, but decided to do it after we returned from the summit ridge in case clouds started coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;We set out with cameras up the tussocky end of the ridge, then we came out onto the beginning of the quartzite out-croppings, kind of like beds of beautiful white sand with micah flakes, strewn with chunks of white granite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;The cloud cover that earlier we’d hoped was only a morning fog that would burn off had persisted;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;now it seemed that rain was only a short time away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We climbed up pretty much to the main ridge, but it was extremely steep…in fact, when we looked back at our topographic map, the part we came up is just about the steepest incline on the entire Titiroa complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Liesbet spotted a “Mr. Smiley Face” boulder that we aimed for, and beneath whom we sheltered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Liesbet played some flute, and we burned some sage for the sacred mountain in whose embrace we now found ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We charged our crystals in the sand, and left a small perfect white rock from Ward’s beach north of Kaikoura as a gift for the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;By now the wind was picking up, and a few drops of rain were falling here and there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A mist was now enveloping the actual summit which was about 400 meters to the south;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we took this as a sign that we should go back down soon, as we wouldn’t want to get caught in cloud up this high.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were never out of view of our tent several hundred meters below,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but we didn’t want to lose this contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;At first we did feel a small degree of disappointment at not having been able to go all the way to the top, or to have several hours or even a whole day to explore the extensive ridge-top and the myriad rock formations there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point we knew we’d be returning again, maybe sooner than we thought, and with brilliant sunny weather, to see the wonders of the Titiroa summit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we knew that for now we should head back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Early the next morning we were awakened by a tiny “pitter-patter” of rain on the tent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were a little stressed at the thought of having to negotiate all that steep down-hill terrain plus the boulders of the river in rain, which would make it quite tricky and dangerous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily, the rain served to get us up and going, but it never rained more than a few drops here and there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went back down the ridge to the convergence of the two rivers, after having our asses kicked by what it took to get there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Going down was in many ways harder than going up, because not only did we have to fight out way through the brush again, we were quite often in danger of falling because of the extreme steepness of the incline.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually did a good deal of damage to my knee in this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;We were able to return along the river to Garnock Burn more quickly than when we came up, even having a little sun-shine beside a small stream with a huge bed of moss, a veritable miniature “Garden of Eden” with a tiny view of Titiroa!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because of the fairly extreme nature of this trek, we were constantly having to be on guard for this or that:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;weather, which way to go, careful steps, weight load.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since there were always uncertainties we were pretty much always kind of concerned about this or that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But especially coming down, and in moments when we were camping out or had stopped to rest, we could suddenly really realize where we actually were and become fully conscious of the dimension we were now in:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the dream-time, the REAL “reality” of the undisrupted natural world in which human and non-human life alike had always lived since their origins in the dim mists of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;It could be that the exceedingly powerful experience we came away with from our Titiroa visit was not only a function of the spirit and energy of the place itself, but also related to the fact that we went there fully conscious of what we were trying to do:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to “walk in beauty” to visit a sacred mountain, to enter into a special dimension that is in truth our real home, but that remains invisible or non-existent to most of humanity, wrapped up as they are in the noise and confusion of “artificial realities” of our own creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Out here we were beyond the façade of human enterprise, and we could really feel that “mitakuye oyasin”, or “all our relations” were reaching out to us…the birds, the trees, the mosses, the clouds and mists, the waters and rocks…all were clearly alive in their own right, all were singing their songs of joy…and sadness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Birds, in particular the fan-tail, seemed to be delivering an important message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;This trip totally kicked our asses physically but amazed our spirits immensely!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ever since we returned we’ve been straddling the two worlds, of man and nature, feeling a little sad at having “left the womb” but maintaining the connection nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Another important thing is that this trip wasn’t so much about what we saw but what we felt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Words cannot express what it’s like being out there, in a huge area that totally undisrupted by human activity, except for an infrequent distant plane or helicopter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Mt. Titiroa area in general is so rugged and inaccessible that there’s never been any “tourism” or resource extraction, and hardly any hunting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition, there’s never been any deployment of the pesticides like 1080 that NZ DOC drops all over the more visited regions of Fiordland.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fiordland specifically is where the majority of 1080 is used in all of NZ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve walked in some of these “treated” forests, and while they &lt;i style=""&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; nice, they seem sterile and devoid of animal life, even the birds who are supposedly being “protected” by the 1080 drops;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;they seem lacking in a subtle vitality, or maybe “joy” is a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;In other words, where we were is about as pristine as you can get, ini New Zealand anyway…maybe a pure Gondwanaland vibe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The overall place made me feel as if I were also back in south-central Chile, in Torres del Paine or in the mountains above Pucon…a very similar nature vibe and spiritual energy, of a place where very few people have ever lived, at any time, and where no killing or genocide has taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;What I came back with was so overwhelmingly powerful that I was inspired to write the first two sections of this article our first day back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was as if I had been charged up with an energy and received an internal transmission of sorts from the consciousness of the Earth herself, and my job was to get this extremely urgent message out to humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Imagine how shocked we were to learn of the massive earthquake that devastated Christchurch the very next day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it all made sense somehow:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the message I came away with was and IS an urgent warning for all of humanity about what is happening with ourselves and the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;JEFF PHILLIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;MANAPOURI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;SOUTH ISLAND NEW ZEALAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1448953893MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;25 FEBRURAY 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30418363-2313122893290347345?l=synthaissance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/feeds/2313122893290347345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30418363&amp;postID=2313122893290347345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/2313122893290347345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30418363/posts/default/2313122893290347345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://synthaissance.blogspot.com/2011/02/visiting-sacred-mountain-message-from.html' title='&quot;VISITING A SACRED MOUNTAIN:  A MESSAGE FROM THE HEART OF THE EARTH&quot;  JEFF PHILLIPS'/><author><name>Jeff Wefferson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16055962946869392042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/Sv3zrxbH7rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/__yqhQYZeWw/S220/wefflock+skrulusky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BpmVj61KCw/TWcjVdkwL5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/FDEMInulyus/s72-c/DSC_7209a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30418363.post-5031556038100312474</id><published>2011-01-22T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:23:02.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEASONS' GREETINGS FROM 'TE WAI POUNAMU' AOTEAROA:  A Cosmic Renavigation Brings us back to NZ (for the time being, or is it a space being?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/TTvT0TyzD-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Z6YEZyZeT1o/s1600/DSC_5228a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/TTvSrnivSqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Oy299N3_IXk/s320/DSC_6382a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565273411337276066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/TTvSkeqBbnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gRn4dwWhPWc/s1600/DSC_6397a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_75MyalqRw/TTvSkeqBbnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gRn4dwWhPWc/s320/DSC_6397a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565273288692821618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE FROM JEFF:  This is a lengthy document covering almost three months and over 8000 kms of travel.  The "Return to NZ" section belongs at the end, but since this is the present as of "now", I'm putting it near the beginning as well.  cheers jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) hitching out of Adelaide towards Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;                      2) eucalyptus trees with night sky, Balingup WA&lt;br /&gt;                      3) Tumbledown Beach, Akaroa, New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;                      4) Barry Brailsford, Cushla Denton, Liesbet and 'first ancestor'&lt;br /&gt;                      5) quake damage, Richmond, Christchurch&lt;br /&gt;                      6) clouds preceding 'nor-wester', Waiau NZ&lt;br /&gt;                      7) stone at Nape Nape near Kaikoura&lt;br /&gt;                      8) stained-glass by William Morris, church in Cheviot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHOTOS ON NEW PICASA SITE: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Highlights, Exmouth WA to Kaikoura NZ, November 2010 to January 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/therockist2%20/SEASONSGREETINGSJANUARY2011HighlightsExmouthWAToKaikouraNZ#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/therockist2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/SEASONSGREETINGSJANUARY2011HighlightsExmouthWAToKaikouraNZ#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;SEASON’S GREETINGS FROM “TE WAI POUNAMU” AOTEAROA:  A COSMIC RE-NAVIGATION BRINGS US &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;BACK TO NEW ZEALAND &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for the time being, or is it a space being?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;EXMOUTH TO BALINGUP:  “This land is your mine, this land is my mine…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOTES ON THE MEANING OF “AMERICAN”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    EXMOUTH WA: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ANOTHER “AMERICAN” MILITARY FACILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    ATTACK OF THE BEEF-PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    NINGALOO ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENTISTS: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; VEGETARIANISM NOT AN OPTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    BIG OWL:  WITNESS TO DESTRUCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    AQUARUSH REVISITED: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; “ADVANCED MANAGEMENT REGIMES” AND “ECO”-CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    LEAVING THE TROPICS:  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CORAL BAY TO KALBARRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    NORTHHAMPTON REVISITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    NORTHHAMPTON TO BALINGUP IN TWO DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    BALINGUP:  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SACRED OASIS IN THE “TASMANIA OF WESTERN AUSTRALIA”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;BALINGUP TO MELBOURNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PEMBERTON AND BIBBULMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    TWO DAYS TO NORSEMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    ACROSS THE NULLARBOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    GARIWERD:  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NATIVE AMERICAN ENERGY AND BIBLICAL “PLAGUE”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    “FOUR SEASONS IN ONE DAY”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    A SYMMETRY OF RELOCATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;RETURN TO NEW ZEALAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the weeks since my last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;journale onderweg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Dutch, “on the road”] posted over two months ago from Exmouth, Western Australia, we’ve covered a lot of ground, even more than we had anticipated!  In terms of kilometres, approximately 8500.  And it’s hard to say exactly which “season” it is…or how many…Christmas, New Year’s, “holiday”, “spring into summer” (down under, that is…wait, it’s a George Winston album!), not to mention the more encompassing contexts of precessional, galactic or yugic perhaps?  Seasons based on the whim-anations of the Hunab Ku?  Let’s ask the Mayans.  Or maybe the whales have “seasons” based on fluctuations of deep ocean currents?  Regardless…GREETINGS from where we are now…which is here…the south island of New Zealand on planet Earth, star-system of Sol, Milky Way galaxy.  We’ve been quite out of touch in terms of internet activity the past month;  yet we’re not only alive but thriving…and in terms of natural reality, we’ve been very much IN touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Liesbet and I reached our south-western Australia destination of Balingup after eight weeks of hitch-hiking south from Darwin, where we departed in September after a fantastic three-plus month visit, and were “riders on the storm” as national parks and roads closed behind us due to early rains, and during which time we spent only two nights inside a building and under a roof, other than our tent.  Our hitch-hiking “luck” seemed to progress to new levels, the further south we went, and we had two wonderful weeks in Balingup, courtesy of our lovely new friends Debbie and Trevor;  then we set out across the Nullarbor headed for Arni Balarni’s place on Flinders Island, Tasmania.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After a brief visit to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gariwerd&lt;/span&gt;, or the Grampians, an enchanted mountain range in western Victoria, where we experienced an almost biblical locust visitation and felt a powerful native American influence contacting us, we went to Melbourne and entered an “anomaly zone” when we went into the immigration office to apply for the final three months of our “year in Australia” we’d been granted in recent years, only to learn, much to our surprise, that the seemingly friendly immigration person who had given us a six-months extension in Darwin in June, had almost secretly put a “no further stay” qualification on my visa, but not on Liesbet’s.  We had not noticed this because I’d never bothered to look at the sticker in my passport, which of course makes it all my responsibility;  yet the immi chick never mentioned anything about it, and even asked if we wanted stickers, as they were no longer necessary;  we only looked at Liesbet’s to verify precise dates, so we logically figured mine and hers were the same.  In reality, the “seemingly friendly immigration chick” was in fact “just doing her job”, which is really the job of the Great Spirit!  More details on this later, but what it meant was that instead of having three more months in Australia, we all of a sudden had three more days…and it was a Friday…but it was…and is…all good!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We’ve maintained our pattern in recent years of doing international travel right on solstices or equinoxes;  this time we left Australia not with a radioactive dust-storm but with, yes, hordes of locusts!l  And arrived in Christchurch, where over 3,000 after-shocks of greater than 3.0 Richter have occurred…and are still occurring…since the major quake in September that has re-written New Zealand geology textbooks.  Plus this solstice happened to have a total lunar eclipse, a once-in-248 years occurrence!  No shortage of cosmicity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Through multiple synchronicities and help from several wonderful friends, what for a couple of days seemed like a nightmare turned out to be “good as gold” as they say, and here we are back on the south island, enjoying unexpected generosities and hospitalities, riding out the chaos of the holidaze (not to be confused with Hollandaise sauce!) season with the four-fold gifts of vehicular mobility, nice places to catch up on creative projects, beautiful friends, and a special sense of what we think of lately as “native American inspiration”, not to mention having already done a month’s worth of cool stuff in our first week back. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;[NOTE: This is the last few pages of the 50+ of this article but they pertain to the immediate present, so I’ve put them here for now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;RETURN TO NEW ZEALAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    So here we are back on the south island of New Zealand.  It’s been very interesting spending a good deal of time in Christchurch, with all the still on-going earthquake activity.  We’ve felt at least a dozen noticeable tremors.  I kind of enjoy it, and I think the whole situation has created an atmosphere of increased awareness in people about a lot of stuff they take for granted, for example, the solidity and immovability of the ground beneath our feet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Due to leaving Australia unexpectedly and suddenly, the contrast between the basic vibes of the two countries is more apparent.  One of the first things we noticed was the people in New Zealand seem less stupid…or more intelligent.  This was a first impression that’s pretty much leveled off now.  Another observation is that the vehicles on the road here make a lot more sense than the extremely high per-centage of over-sized four-wheel-drives pulling macrophilous caravan monstrosities in Australia.  There it’s almost as if there’s an unspoken national contest raging to see who can waste the greatest amount of fuel on the stupidest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    New Zealand has been taking really good care of us.  Thanks to Philip and Anneka, we’ve had not only an apartment of our own for several days, but also their spare car with which to get around.  Our “hydrocarbon fuel karma” is very high from all the hitching we’ve done, so this is a welcome opportunity to see a lot of place and also to gather rocks from some awesome and remote beaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Thanks to Barry Brailsford and Cushla Denton, metaphysical historians of the south island, we have been able to find heaps of beautiful pure white rocks, as well as others of amazing smoothness and colour.  Thanks to Ian McAllister we’ve been able to do a short recording session with flute and guitar.  And thanks to Don and Linda at the caravan park here in Waiau, we’ve had a nice little room to get creative stuff done in for several days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I’ve been trying to get this massive document written for the past month, and now that it’s done, I can move onto my retrospective write-up of 2010, “year of the leak”, if you look at the BP, Wiki- and flooding scenarios.  Reality is busting at the seams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    OK, so that’s all for now.  Soon we’ll be out and about all over the south island.  DOC is still deploying massive amounts of 1080, and Peter Jackson is starting on his new Hobbit films.  I really wish he could somehow decide to make a film about something that actually matters in the real world.  So there’s plenty to keep us occupied here, not to mention some of the most spectacular and breath-taking landscapes anywhere on Mother Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That’s all for the time being…but what will the space being require???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;JEFF PHILLIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;23 JANUARY 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WAIAU NEW ZEALAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;* Even though we were a little disappointed at not going directly to Tasmania (where they had a traditional “white Christmas” we hear!), Arni isn’t even at home on Flinders Island anyway, he’s still out at his gold mine property at Gum Creek in western Australia where he’s been since August;  we’d made arrangements to return to Balarnia even in his absence, but it wouldn’t be the same without Arni there.  When we do return there in a few months surely he’ll be back…unless he’s “struck the mother-lode” and is in Scotland buying the yacht of his dreams.  Again, more details on all this later.  Allow me to proceed chronologically.  In early November we spent a week in Exmouth, not far from the Tropic of Capricorn, in western Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;EXMOUTH TO BALINGUP:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“This land is your mine, this land is my mine…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;NOTES ON THE MEANING OF “AMERICAN”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    First a lengthy aside before I describe Exmouth as another “American” military base.  The name “American” can mean a lot of different things.  Quite a few people, mainly in Australia, over the years have asked me, “Jeff, is it true that all Americans…?”  Their question may concern beliefs, activities, patterns of consumption;  although I cannot think of a specific example, what they all have in common is the absurdity of thinking that any particular thing could hold true for 300 million people, unless you were talking about fundamental biology or physics, for example, that, yes ALL Americans breathe oxygen, they ALL eat food, and they ALL are bound by gravity.  And there’s qualifications to be made even on these statements…all Americans who are alive breathe oxygen…at least hopefully, but not without many other more plentiful gases, wanted and unwanted;  all Americans who are alive eat food, or at least they think it’s “food”, and hopefully some of it has nutritional value;  I can’t think of any exceptions to gravitational influence except those few who have had or are having the experience of weightlessness while in orbit or free-fall, or those who took too much acid.  Many Americans have experienced or are experiencing reduced gravitational influence while in an aqueous or marine environments, but gravity is still there nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Just as many people over the years, mainly Australians, have asked upon meeting me, “So Jeff, where are you from…Canada?”  The implicit assumption is that I might be offended by their thinking that I was “American”, so they ask if I were Canadian, although they already knew perfectly well that I was in fact “American.”  On the other hand, I’ve met just as many Australians who have travelled in “America”, love it there, find the people to be exceedingly friendly, helpful, and even far more courteous than their fellow Australians who they deem to be “rude.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I could, and probably should at some point, write an entire article dealing with all this “American” stuff.  Suffice it to say for now that in recent years I’ve always made a point to create awareness about what “American” actually means, beginning with the origin of the European-bestowed names of what we refer to as North and South “America.”  Amerigo Vespuccis was a navigator/explorer, from either Italy or Portugal, I believe, and this is the origin of “America.”  I haven’t looked it up yet, but the root could be Latin, possibly having to do with love of some kind, “amare” being the Latin infinitive of “to love.”  We’re lucky they didn’t use “Vespuccis”.  “So Jeff, are you…Vespuccian?”  “Yes, I’m from Vespuccia del Norte.”  I also remember well the encounter I had in Puerto Natales, Chile, a few years ago.  I was talking with a local guy and he asked me where I was from.  I said, “North Carolina, you know, in America.”  He goes, “Ah, Jeff, we too are Americans.”  I quickly apologized for my slip-up, as I was usually quite conscientious about this;  I wish the Canadians could understand that they, too, are Americans in the same way that Chileans are!  In fact, I would say that many Canadians I’ve met are the only “Americans” who are in denial of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Now that I think about it, an entire book could be written about what “American” means in the contemporary mind.  You know, the same old same old about “America” being the “leader of the free world” and “global policeman for freedom and democracy”, not to mention home of hot-dogs, apple pie, baseball, Hollywood and over-consumption.  You know, the “stars and stripes forever”, the “American dream”, the atomic bomb, the Federal Reserve, and television.  The latter is, of course, how everyone else in the world knows so much about “America.”  The America of today has at least a little bit of everything, and a LOT of many things, for better or worse, or so it would seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    In recent years, in the decade I’ve been gone, the image of good old “America” has become a bit tarnished and confused on the world stage, you know, with Bush/Cheney and 9/11;  the “war on terror”, on-going wars of aggression, including World War 3 which is the summation of the effects of global industrial civilization, our “unconscious jihad against nature”, and the targeting of human populations and the planetary biosphere as “the enemy” of the Pentagon.  Just as Germany was the most powerful industrial nation in the early 20th century, made a valiant and almost successful effort to “take over the world”, but self-destructed in the end, modern-day “America” is following in her foot-steps;  this is not “coincidence” or even “history repeating itself”, but a scientifically-dictated repetition of the same process, with the same “invisible government” directing the show, using the same blue-print, only this time with 50+ years of more advanced technologies.  In my mind, there is no question that the “America” of today is in fact the “Nazi Germany” of today;  the biggest difference lies in the area of mind-control:  the Nazis were great innovators and masters of propaganda, but they lacked the central and most powerful weapons system required for total enslavement of human populations…a technology that is essential for enabling slaves to love their slavery.  The “atomic bomb of the mind”, or television.  In other words, what is happening in and with America at home and abroad is actually far WORSE than in Nazi Germany, the difference is that with the unbelievable success of modern “perception management” techniques, few people seem to notice or care.  Guns, bombs, tanks and gas-chambers have given way to tv’s, mobile phones, food-additives, GE crops and DU, or “depleted uranium.”  People are being killed more slowly and invisibly, in the comfort of their own homes, often by products they bought themselves, supporting the cancer industry, so that their families can bury them, thus saving a lot of work for the “power elite” who would otherwise have heaps of bodies to dispose of if they had fire-bombed or nuked a city, for example.  And this isn’t just in America, this is the whole western world and large regions of the orient as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    If you look at what’s happened with America as a whole since 9/11, the parallels with the Third Reich are in plain sight.  Wall Street is at it again, and boy had we better wake the heck up!!!  Yet, just as in Nazi Germany, it’s possible to live in the “belly of the beast” but to be totally unaware of any of this.  But let’s not go there, not now, anyway…we all know that the real world is infinitely more complex than the extreme generalities with which we are usually happy to placate ourselves.  We all know that America and every other land is populated not by “people” as a convenient linguistic abstraction, but by individual human beings, each of whom has a unique identity and story.  Moreover, were I subject to “pride” I might even be “proud to be an American.”  I wouldn’t hold my hand over my heart and pledge allegiance to any schwa…I mean, flag, but I might write about what it means to be an “American.”  Why?  Because I know the REAL America from the almost 20 years I spent travelling, mainly hitch-hiking, close to 150,000 miles, meeting thousands of real people from every walk of life along the way.  Moreover, what is a “country” anyway?  Is it the people?  Is it the land?  Is it the images conveyed by mass-media?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The bottom line is that there are lots of good people everywhere, in every country;  part of the problem is that when even “good people” fail to act, they may as well be “evil.”  And the real differences are not even so much in language, culture or “ethnicity” but in the mentality which people bring to bear in their lives.  Mentalities are as varied as are individual people, but strata or “operating environments” form within the human psyche, manifesting on their own as well as being engineered into existence.  The mentality of engineering the reality of other people is a big problem today, and is central to “America”, the reality and the image.  Additionally, the projection of “global imperialism”, the raison d’etre of the PNAC-Amerika™ of today as a geo-political entity, has produced much of the “bad rep” that she now has in the world.  The “America of today”, for example, has close to 800 military bases and facilities in other countries around the world.  This kind of thing, of which countless examples exist, is not the work of “the people” (although they pay for it with every tax dollar) per se, but the fulfilment of the full-spectrum agenda of a minute “power elite” who have gradually and systematically usurped control of all things “American”:  the people, the land, the image.  I believe that the primary reason this is happening is karmic, having to do with the mass-genocide and violation of sacred lands generating the current “background radiation”;  this on-going and historical process is an extremely important story, and is central for understanding the America and Australia of today, but for another article.  Exmouth, Western Australia is home to one of these bases, and ties in with an important “unknown” chapter in Australian/American relations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;EXMOUTH WA:  ANOTHER “AMERICAN” MILITARY FACILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Exmouth was founded in the 1960’s I believe, not as a “town” but as the support facility for a U.S. naval electronic warfare installation.  Now called the Harold E. Holt Naval Facility, or something like that, the reason Exmouth exists is an array of huge antennas out at the tip of the peninsula.  According to military PR, this huge array is for “communicating with submarines.”  But those of us who’ve been researching “reality” understand that, while this may be true, it’s not the whole truth, or even the main truth…and so it goes with a lot of things these days.  The “powers that be” may in fact tell us “the truth”…but not the whole truth…and the parts they leave out may be the most critical.  George Orwell said that omission is the greatest form of lying;  technically, however, or even legally, omission is NOT lying, and the impression of “telling the truth” can be maintained even as 99% of what matters is not conveyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    According to ex-patriate Australian journalist John Pilger, in his book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Secret Country&lt;/span&gt; (essential reading for understanding the real Australia), the installation at Exmouth is one of three “secret” U.S. “electronic warfare” bases in Australia, the other two located at Pine Gap, in the central desert, and a place called Nurrungar in South Australia.  The secret is not that they’re there, but what exactly their function is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    In telling the story of a very important chapter in the modern history of real “American” foreign policy…not the textbook or Hollywood versions…Pilger reveals that the purpose of these facilities is actually for “spying” on or illicitly monitoring sensitive or classified communications between various factions of government, industry and other elite “power brokers” anywhere in the world.  Revelations concerning the underlying purpose of these bases accompanied the expose of the coup d’etat executed against Australia by the CIA acting on behalf of American business and financial interests (as they are bound to do) in 1974, when Prime Minister Gough Whitlam was removed by Governor General John Kerr, acting on behalf of the British crown, because the “American interests” believed that Whitlam was going to shut down Pine Gap.  Malcolm Fraser was immediately installed, Pine Gap was safe…but according to Pilger, Whitlam had never intended to shut it down…uranium mining began, and American energy interests were happy.  Apparently the CIA referred to Kerr as “their man”, according to conversations overheard by Christopher Boyce, a young technician who worked within the electronic “spy” apparatus and whose story is partially told in the film The Falcon and the Snowman;  Pilger also relates that top CIA personnel boasted that what they’d just done in Australia was in essence a more subtle and less violent version of what they’d done in Chile the year before, when Salvador Allende was assassinated and replaced by the Hitlerian Pinochet whose regime murdered hundreds of thousands of “dissidents”, kept the copper mines under private control, and opened the door to “free market capitalism” at last fulfilling Wall Street’s vision for South America.  In Australia, the coup was executed “legally.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Despite the remoteness and natural beauty, the vibe at Exmouth had never felt exactly right to me, and this time was no different.  This was my fourth visit there, but the first time I’d ever spent more than just a night or two in Exmouth itself.  I had always been aware of the antenna installation there, but only upon reading A Secret Country a few months ago did I realize the connection between “electronic warfare”, “American” foreign policy, and the modern history of Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    To me, when I thought of Exmouth, it was just the place you went through and got groceries before proceeding further to the awesome Cape Range National  and Ningaloo Marine Parks.  I first visited these places in 2004-05 when I was riding with “Doc Hillbilly” Tanya Martinich and her trusty hound Horus;  we circumnavigated the whole peninsula and continued south all the way to Coral Bay on the 4wd sand roads, camping out at some huge dune formations.  In 2009 Liesbet and I got to go to Cape Range with Mike and Jana, the wonderful  Czech couple who brought us with them for over a week from Karijini;  we didn’t attempt the sand road to Coral Bay as their 4wd might not have been up to the river crossings, but we all got to snorkel at Ningaloo.  It was here that we learned of the work of Curt and Micheline Jenner, marine biologists studying the humpback whales who frequent these waters, who had concluded that the greatest threats to whales here came from motorized whale-watching vessels.  This was of particular interest to us in the wake of our experience on the Aquarush, a Denham/Shark Bay-based “eco-“ tour enterprise conducted on a military-grade speed-boat.  The operator, Gregg Ridgely, risked the lives of not only Liesbet and myself, but those of the other passengers as well as any marine life in his path, through excessive speed and reckless boat operation.  Later we learned that he had killed a human snorkeler off Dirk Hartog island a few months before our encounter, but not only was he still in operation, he actually lied to us about it!  Our pursuit of action against Ridgely has yet to accomplish anything other than to create awareness about the indifference or even criminal complicity of bureaucratic mentalities.  This again is another story, and as yet unfinished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    On this visit to Exmouth we set up camp and spent most of our time “taking care of business”, resizing photos, painting rocks and internet-working.  The caravan park wasn’t too bad, and had a nice large outdoor kitchen/dining area.  This was a week of “getting stuff done” and that was pretty much all we did, other than observe the plethora of tour groups that came through almost every day.  Emus wander around Exmouth like ducks do in a lot of places, casually crossing the streets or coming up to camp-sites and eating off the table.  They’re quite graceful and resemble camels to a degree in the way that their heads move when then walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ATTACK OF THE BEEF-PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The one moment of excitement in Exmouth came when we’d just lain down to go to sleep on our first night there, when suddenly this dude comes and sits down almost on our tent, just out the front.  I asked him what he was doing, and he said “You must be the American guy (!) with the bad attitude.”  I looked at Liesbet and said “Hmmm…”  I donned my shorts and went out to confront whomever this might be.  As I was about to add that sure, I might tend to have a “bad attitude” when my camp-site is being violated by some anonymous jerk, the dude says “Hey, Todd…over here.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Over comes a stocky portion of beef-person with a face and build that somehow reminded me of a water-buffalo and a beer can in his hand.  Ah…now I knew who these guys were.  They were two “camp counsellors” of sorts who were “parenting” a large group of high school students that we encountered at the caravan park at Tom Price near Karijini a few weeks earlier.  Even though it was dark both then and now, I recognized them and they me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Briefly, here’s what had happened there.  We’d been out at Hamersley Gorge all day, after laboriously managing to hitch a ride there.  That process alone had taken us the better part of a day and a half.  We had an awesome time there, but just as we were about to head back, I was crossing a rock ledge when all of a sudden a clasp on the strap of my video-camera bag snapped, allowing the bag to drop about 3 meters onto a rock surface.  It could have been far worse, but as it was, only the microphone and view-finder were damaged.  But I was not at all happy about it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    A couple hours later we arrive back at the Tom Price caravan park, ready to make dinner and hit the hay.  When we left that morning our tent was alone in the middle of a huge grassy area, where we’d taken extra precautions to go, with the permission of the management, of course, so that we would not all of a sudden find ourselves invaded by blind, insensitive, or unaware “campers” who might decide to set up right on top of us, totally unnecessarily, had we remained in the usual “unpowered tent” area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Yet, amazingly, this is precisely what had happened while we were at Hamersley.  As we pulled into the caravan park, all we could see was a giant bus with rows of electric lights set up all around, and what looked like in the evening light a field of graves on the grassy area which that morning had been totally empty.  We couldn’t even find our own tent, amidst the throng of other tents and people wandering around, many of them talking on mobile phones.  The “graves” were actually rows of swags, each of them for and some of them already containing high-school students on Karijini “safari.”  This is another one of those words that’s been co-opted by the tourism industry, just like “eco-“.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The rows of swags and some tents had been set up literally within what would have normally been construed as “our” tent-site, i.e., within 2 or 3 meters of us.  I was already both tired from the effort we’d expended to get to Hamersley, a long day of driving and “gorging”, plus the added stress of suddenly finding myself with a broken video camera…and the knowledge that the only Sony repair service in the southern hemisphere who I totally trusted to work on my camera had gone out of business just after they fixed my camera for the last time back in August.  Then, to come back to our site only to find all this…it was a bit much to say the least.  Since I’m not one to say only the least, let me continue with the grisly details!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Our instantaneous response was to break down camp and move back over into the “unpowered tent” area which now seemed to be relatively unpopulated.  We set to work, neither Liesbet or I being especially in a good mood at having to deal with all this, right now, my mood less good than hers.  One of the “counsellor” dudes…the one who later on came and sat on our ground-cloth…came over and said, without introducing himself, “The kids are pretty quiet.”  At that point it didn’t matter to me if they were all totally unable to speak;  the fact at hand was that, by any standard of respect, our site had been totally violated and intruded on, and by whom didn’t matter.  This guy didn’t sound unfriendly, just clueless;  even if their group had been instructed to set up camp there by the management (also clueless), as it later turned out that they had been, there was still no reason that any of their tents had to be so close to ours.  Common decency, “camping etiquette” or even intelligence on the part of those in charge, i.e., the “counsellors”, would have dictated a “buffer zone”, a zone of space between their tents and ours.  I told the dude that it didn’t matter, there’s no way we were going to stay in that spot with all those tents and swags so close to us.  “Quiet kids”?  On summer safari?  With mobile phones?  Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    So, Liesbet and I moved all our stuff over to the unpowered area about 50 or so meters away.  I was not in a good mood by any means, and it took a turn for the worse when I decided to get out my camera to take a wide-angle photo of the overall scene, to show the absurdity of what had happened.  I centered the photo on our tent, and only in the out-of-focus background could the shapes of swags be made out, and the bus with lights.  No people, kids or adults, could be distinguished in this photo.  No sooner had I put my camera back in its bag when this other “counsellor” dude comes over to me saying “Hey, you can’t take pictures of the kids.”  By now I was actually what you might call angry with these people.  I’d already looked at my photo and knew that no images of human beings were discernible in it;  plus WHO THE F*CK was this guy to tell me what I can and can’t take pictures of???  I mustered a tiny reserve of semi-politeness and told him that “Hey, it’s just a photo of my tent.”  Which was in fact true.  To which he replied, “Oh, ok.”  He then returned to the chair he was sitting on, along with several other “counsellors” who were all eating slabs of meat and drinking beer, all the while sitting there watching Liesbet and me move all our gear, bit by bit, in order to escape from the violation they had instigated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    As my profound disdain for the whole situation stewed within me, exacerbated by my fatigue and stress over my video camera, and as I walked back and forth with arm-loads of gear, right past the “counsellors” sitting there staring at us like bovine tele-zombies, I was “inspired”, or moved you might say, to provide a little “non-verbal communication” in the form of the occasional “finger” gesture…not up in their face and aimed at them, but in a more disguised way, just extending it while my hand was down by my side walking.  They were sure to see it, as they were watching every move we made as attentively as if we’d been the “footy game” on the tube.  It’s not like Liesbet and I aren’t accustomed to being watched like a tv;  we’re quite used to being a “spectacle”, especially to obese people who like to walk across the street in order to tell us that we have a lot of stuff.  And once, when I could see them all watching me, I “hocked up a big lugey” and spat on the ground!  Hey, it could have been a fly that went in my mouth, right?  But yes, I was irate.  I only did this stuff because they were just sitting there staring at us.  Was I wrong to feel anger at them?  The least they could have done was offer to help us move our gear instead of sitting there chomping on some rump steak and swilling aluminium-laced beer.  We would, of course, have declined their assistance but the offer would have made them seem less tele-bovine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We got ourselves moved, made dinner, got a good night’s sleep far away from the horde of “quiet kids”, and early the next morning the father of the family who we’d gone to Hammersley with gave us a ride out to the junction so we could hitch to Exmouth.  We ended up going north to Karratha instead, but were in Exmouth a few days later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Suddenly, here were these two “counsellors” at our tent.  They were from Exmouth, and here we were in “their” territory, or so they said.  Apparently they had recognized us from in town earlier, and actually followed us to where we were camping out.  Kind of scary when you think about it.  The word “stalker” comes to mind.  They had both been drinking and it was a Saturday night.  There I was standing face to face, or rather my face to their foreheads, with two at least partially drunken male hominids who had somehow found a way to be angry at ME for being rude to them…and to the kids!  As they were making it sound, they had done no wrong and I had grievously transgressed against all that was pure and noble in the sphere of goodness, honour, and the Simian Scouts of Australia.  Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    They proceeded to berate me, call me names, and worst of all, told me that my mother would be ashamed of my behaviour if she were to find out.  This really made me stop and think!  They really puffed up when they announced, early on, that I was in THEIR territory now, and that this was…better watch out…WESTERN AUSTRALIA…and how I’d behaved doesn’t fly there.  For a minute I thought I saw the beef guy pounding his chest like a gorilla, but I guess he was guzzling more beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Being that there were two of them, one quite beefy (in brain and brawn!) and both somewhat intoxicated, and I had no back-up or weapons (bad karma!), I probably should have been somewhat intimidated.  I still don’t understand how or why, but somehow I just stood there, with less than a meter between me and them, and patiently let them rant on and on, saying as little as possible, and remaining calm and cool as the veritable cucumber.  I felt absolutely zero adrenalin flow, acceleration of heart-rate, no sweaty palms, no tensing of muscles.  It’s still a mystery but somehow the solidity of my inner peace must have involuntarily kept these blokes calm, too, because they were threatening this and that, yet they never did anything except flap the old lips.  Beef-boy Todd even eventually threatened to come back the next night…after the game of course…and “do more than just talk.”  I started to tell him that I wasn’t that kind of guy! And as he was walking away I almost said “But hey bro, you’re already here, why not save yourself a trip?”  But I decided to just let it ride.  Maybe because deep down I knew that I wasn’t wrong to be rude to those people, at least from my point of view, and that they had violated our site, sat there and watched, tried to tell me that I couldn’t take a photo of my own tent…none of their “kids” were in the photo, but what if they were?  Ants or mosquitos might be in there, too, but not because I wanted them in there.  Hayell, there might even be summa them thar ‘moebas on the sensor for all I know!  And here they were AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    When they were emphasizing that this was “WESTERN AUSTRALIA”, it was if in their minds this meant a place where the brave and noble frontier-folk dwelt in peace, honour and harmony, and where “dirty outsider riff-raff” like myself might just get run outta town, just like in all them Holly-weird western flicks they were bound to have rotted their juvenile cortices with.  I should have said, “You know, I reckon I should be glad this is WESTERN AUSTRALIA since I’m white…if I was black I’d probably already be kilt.”  I could have gone on to remind…or inform…them that Western Australia is in fact the only state in the country in which an entire tribe of aboriginal people was murdered by police in uniform.  It happened at a place called Murrajugga on the Dampier archipelago and my friend Robert Bednarik has written a book about it.  I could also have reminded…or informed…them about the case of Robert Walker, a young aboriginal man who was murdered by guards while in the jail in Fremantle in the early 1990’s, and the judge ruled that it was “death by misadventure.”  Finally, I could have reminded…or informed…them about the disastrous spiritual, social and environmental consequences of an unfettered mining industry which is exploding all over WA like a raging cancer, soon to bring over a hundred uranium mines in a region previously having none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Had I dared to bring up any of this stuff, these testosterone-inflated buffoons might have spit their dummies and started swinging or implementing whatever methods they use to punish would-be offenders against their mentality.  Wisely, I retained all this in the depths of thought and let them bellow on until they had nothing more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Just in case the beef-people returned the next night, we moved house to another location where our tent couldn’t be easily spotted from the road;  we didn’t want to be awakened again in the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    These guys probably thought they were right in their own minds.  But isn’t this how actual wars get started?  Both sides are certain they are right.  Luckily, my sense of inner peace acted like a control rod to nullify their bellicosity;  and I could feel a guardian angel on each shoulder, as well.  They never did understand that they…their “kids” and/or themselves…actually invaded and violated our camp-site not once but twice, the first by thoughtlessness, the second by purposive pseudo-vindictiveness, and that any “rudeness” they got from me was my natural response to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    So much for the excitement of Exmouth.  It’s a pretty bland, even bleak, kind of place.  I never felt what you’d call “good vibes” there, and I always figured it was because of the disruption in the natural magnetic fields from that antenna installation, kind of like being in range of a gigantic wi-fi transmitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;NINGALOO ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENTISTS:  Vegetarianism not an option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We had a second “close encounter” that was less hostile but equally uninspiring in terms of the fundamental attitudes of people that were revealed.  This was when we went to hear a presentation by several environmental scientists who’d been studying the Ningaloo reef.  I wrote about this before, about how almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-size:130%;" id="formatbar_Buttons" &gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; everyone in the room laughed at me when I suggested the possibility…however remote…of going one step further than “eating less fish” to “eating no fish”, that is, becoming vegetarian.  I noted that no mention had even been made about the presence of chemical toxins, many of whom are known to be endocrine disruptors, in the world’s oceans, and concentrated particularly in marine animal life.  Dr. Beth Fulton, the one CSIRO scientist there who has communicated with me, countered these claims with “Hey Jeff, remember the conference was being held in a fishing club”, as if to say that their response was just what you’d expect.  But some of those who laughed were her fellow scientists;  what better place to start with a dietary “attitude change” towards eating less meat than a fishing club?  “But fish isn’t meat, is it?”  “No, fish is actually a vegetable, just like ketchup, and eggs are dairy products.  How about a glass of fluoride?”  Fulton also said that she was very aware of the work of Rachel Carson and even Dr. Theo Colborn, leading authority on endocrine disrupting substances, but that this work concerning environmental toxins didn’t really apply here because the waters around Ningaloo reef were some of the purest in the world.  Duh?  Any truly aware scientists know that the Earth has only one ocean, and it’s all connected.  Fulton and the other CSIRO scientists all receive funding from the biggest mining company in the world, BHP Billiton, who operates the largest iron-ore mine in the world just to the north in the Pilbarra;  not once in their presentations were any environmental effects from iron-ore mining mentioned, even though all of it…probably millions of tons per year…leaves Australia by ship not only from Karratha but also from Onslow, only 100 kms to the north.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;BIG OWL:  WITNESS TO DESTRUCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Now for our “third encounter of the close kind.”  We were hitching out of Exmouth, and had been standing there in the hot sun for at least a couple hours.  There was hardly any traffic and we weren’t looking forward to the prospect of going back to the caravan park where we’d just been for the past week.  All of a sudden a 4wd vehicle comes past, then it turns around and pulls over onto the grass next to us.  This huge hulk of human being gets out and for a split second I thought it was Todd, the beefy counsellor who had wanted to “run me out of Dodge.”  Even as this behemothian presence got out and walked towards me, I was confused as to who this actually was;  then, suddenly a gentle voice says “You don’t recognize me, do you?”  The hulk reached out to give me a hug…it was none other than Big Owl, a friend of mine who I’d originally known from Fremantle and who I’d last seen three years ago down in Denmark in the south-west.  What a surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Owl stopped and chatted a bit, and when we said we were trying to get to Coral Bay, he offered to drive us there if we paid for petrol, which we were happy to do.  During the next couple of hours I actually got to know him, which I’d never done before, as he isn’t one to talk much.  The connection seemed especially synchronistic when he related that he was a videographer specializing in under-water film-making, as he had also been a clearance diver for the Navy in earlier decades.  I learned later that this was someone who went into an area and cleared it of mines…a job that required supreme nerve.  Maybe this had something to do with Owl’s “breakdown” that he’d had a few years ago;  but he seemed fine now, except that by his own estimate he’s put on 30 kgs since I last saw him, and that until today, he hadn’t even left the city limits of Exmouth in three years.  I countered that extra fat gives added buoyancy.  He told us that he and some friends had just completed filming a series for the BBC on the natural history of Ningaloo, and that when all was said and done, that each of them should walk away with around $30,000 for a year’s work doing what they loved.  Not bad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We told him the story of what had happened with Gregg Ridgely and the Aquarush;  he found it hard to believe, as most people do, that Ridgely could have actually killed someone, still be in business unfettered by any restraints, and lying about having done so.  Since Owl has spent and still spends many hours in the water, diving for work and pleasure, he was able to tell us a lot about the effects of motorized boats on marine life.  He said that it’s terrible, even in an area like Ningaloo, where in one two-hour period one day he saw quite a few turtles that had been chopped up by propellers, and that he’d seen many dolphins who had pieces missing out of their dorsal fins.  We had an in-depth discussion about marine safety for humans and wild-life.  Owl related that there’s a far greater number of oil platforms off the Ningaloo coast than most people are aware of, and if only one had even a small accident, the entire marine park would be trashed.  Owl also concluded that even if a speed-limit were imposed for motorized vessels, there would be no one there to enforce it;  plus, even “responsible” boat-operators tend to go crazy when they get a few beers in them and no one’s looking.  Unless they happen to be Gregg Ridgely, who doesn’t need beers to be reckless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;AQUARUSH REVISITED:  “ADVANCED MANAGEMENT REGIMES” &amp;amp; “ECO”-CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Over the past year, and especially as we were travelling down through WA, I’d been trying to formulate a case against Ridgely, but not a single person or entity at any level of bureaucracy could be bothered to care.  Finally we got at least a modicum of response from the office of Greens MP Giz Watson;  Watson’s assistant Nina Jurak seemed helpful at first, relating how Watson was pursuing a ban on fishing in marine parks and world heritage areas and that Dr. Brad Norman, leading authority on whale sharks, often working out of Ningaloo, might be a good person to contact.  He’s doing some interesting work, and I thought it was cool that he’s using some software developed by NASA for recognizing patterns of stars to identify individual whale-sharks, as each one has a unique pattern of white spots on its back.  In a phone conversation Norman said that his work per se had little bearing on the Aquarush scenario, but that a Dr. Lars Bejder might be useful to contact.  Bejder is a marine biologist working on the impact of tourism on dolphin populations, in fact, in Shark Bay, where the Aquarush operates.  Norman warned me that Bejder was pretty “conservative” and that his attitude towards dolphins was essentially behavioural (as opposed to appreciating cetaceans as fellow beings).  After reading some of Bejder’s “scientific” articles, I am not inspired by his “findings.”  In addition, Bejder appears already to be very familiar with Gregg Ridgely, as Bejder was part of a research project, commissioned by the Marine Parks and Reserve Authority and DEC to study the impacts of tourism on the dolphin populations at Monkey Mia.  Ridgely, who operates both the Aquarush “eco”-tour out of Denham, and the Aristocat-amaran dolphin interaction tours out of Monkey Mia, is now apparently the only remaining operator licensed in this whole area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    In reading some of Bejder’s articles, first I came across this:  “The substantial effect of tour vessels on dolphin abundance in a region of low-level tourism calls into question the presumption that dolphin-watching tourism is benign.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Fair enough.  But “dolphin abundance”?  This makes it sound like they’re a fruit or something.  No mention of even “behavioural effects”, much less “distress” or “annoyance.”  He goes on to distinguish between the “effects of research vessels versus tourism vessels”, which is important;  yet, isn’t it obvious that any boats are going to affect cetaceans in one way or another?  Sure the dolphins are “intelligent” by any standard applied by humans, but are they going to be less annoyed by a research vessel than by a tourism vessel?  MORE annoyed, because the “researchers” should know better than to be there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Bejder, with whom I’ve yet to make direct contact, and probably won’t bother doing so, goes on in another article, co-authored by a person named Higham who’s a higher-up in the, get this, Dept. of Tourism, School of Business, University of Otago, New Zealand, to say that Monkey Mia gets over 100,000 visitors per year (this was in 2008) and 69% of them come to see dolphins.  We can be sure that many or most of them are going to pay to go on Ridgely’s Aristocat dolphin-encounter “eco-“ (naturally!) tour, Ridgely being the sole licensed operator there, and whose licensing fees paid for Bejder’s research into all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Bejder and Higham conclude in this same 2008 article that Shark Bay shows “a greater commitment to sustainable wildlife tourism, and the protection of animal populations from impacts of tourism development, than anywhere else in the world currently”, referring to the then WA Minister of the Environment’s “visionary” decision to allow only one tour operator out of Monkey Mia in order to ensure the sustainability of future dolphin tourism, and to “introduce a moratorium on any increase in research vessel activity in the area” (translation:  Ridgely got to remain the sole licensed tour operator, and Bejder &amp;amp; associates got to remain the sole researchers, blocking other tour operators who might conceivably be more ecologically sensitive, as well as other researchers, who may have found the reality of the situation to be far less favourable for “sustainable tourism” and far less “benign” for the dolphins).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Check out more of Bejder and Higham’s vacuous bureaucratese, which sounds like it was drafted exclusively to impress higher-ups (= people who sign their grant checks) and to fool those who don’t know any better:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“These developments represent a competitive advantage for the continuing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;development of wildlife tourism in Western Australia. To our knowledge they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;demonstrate a greater commitment to sustainable wildlife tourism, and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;protection of animal populations from impacts of tourism development, than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;anywhere else in the world currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;However, it is important to note that Shark Bay is unique in many important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;respects. It is a geographically remote site, where a relatively small industry is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;supported by excellent science and where a robust legislative context provides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;for an advanced management regime (i.e. a rigorous system of operator licensing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is a rare combination, indeed relatively few sites internationally are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;subject to robust legislation and sound management, and fewer still are afforded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the benefits of good science. Nonetheless, it is likely that in time the events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;reported in this paper will justifiably be recognised as representing a major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;threshold in thinking regarding the long-term sustainability of wildlife tourism.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    In effect, what they’re saying is that, essentially, removing the competition in the domains of both tour operation and research represents a “major threshold” for the wildlife tourism industry.  This is no more than a fundamental and monopolistic business strategy, expressed in sciento-bureaucreatese jargon thickly laced with poly-syllabic double-speak phrases like “robust legislative context” and “advanced management regime.”  Essentially meaningless but impressive-sounding to scientifically illiterate check-signers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Remember…Gregg Ridgely, the sole dolphin-tour operator at Monkey Mia, who helped to finance this research by Bedjer and Higham, is the same Gregg Ridgely who put our lives at risk through reckless operation of his Aquarush “eco” speed-boat tour and who had already killed a human snorkeler and lied to us about it.  Ridgely is now the sole representative of “sustainable tourism” in Shark Bay;  he did, in fact, have a “safety management system” in place when he killed the snorkeler, which was approved by the same “rigorous system of operator licensing” and the “robust legislative context” that has allowed him to remain in operation thereafter.  And remember, Lars Bejder is a professor at none other than Murdoch University, as in Rupert Murdoch…the billionaire entrepreneur and media mogul who was so obsessed with increasing the flow of international tourism to Australia that he “insisted” that his battalion of journalists give rave reviews to the mediocre film Australia…regardless of what they really thought…which was conceived expressly for the purpose of “doing for Australia what Lord of the Rings did for New Zealand”, and was subsidized by the Australian government and Tourism Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    All in all, it looks like a major travesty of justice and conscientious science, not to mention true ecological sensibility, being foisted in order to keep those tourism dollars coming in.  What’s the life of a single snorkeler, or a few human lives at risk here and there, or the lives of random species of marine life, or the quality of life for dolphins, when so much money and the international image of Australia as a tourism destination is at stake?  Who within the corridors of power can be bothered to act on behalf of truth, a sense of environmental stewardship, and love of our fellow life-forms in the sea when they’re so busy applying for next year’s funding or making sure their friends’ businesses rake it in.  No one we’ve learned of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I will go into more detail on all this in my new “IT”, or “Investigative Tourism” blog, the purpose of which is to inform people…locals, prospective international visitors, officials, bureaucrats, “eco”-tour operators, tourism executives, and extra-terrestrial anthropologists to read about our experiences travelling in the real world, the reality of what we experience…not necessarily what anyone particularly wants to hear, but what needs to be heard, because it is reality.  And “reality” can be a lot more inconvenient than “truth” especially when it comes to “business as usual.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I know of no real dissenting voices countering the propaganda of industrial tourism, since the days of Edward Abbey, other than our own;  I know of very few “scientists” who are working truly on behalf of anything other than the dollar.  When I read Lars Bejder, who also happens to be on some UN committees for marine conservation, talk about the necessity of “human exclusion areas” (which might at first sound like a good idea until you realize that only regular people would be excluded, but “privileged” people, including “researchers” would be welcome), and whose sole criterion for studying the effects of tourism on dolphins is their “abundance”;  when I hear Curt and Micheline Jenner say that motorized whale-watching is the biggest threat to humpbacks in the Kimberley, yet fail to mention any impacts from Woodside Petroleum, who funds them;  when I saw Dr. Beth Fulton tell that “rec fishing” takes far more fish in Coral Bay/Ningaloo than all commercial fishing in the Pilbarra put together, yet fail to mention any impacts from BHP Billiton, who funds her;  when we asked Gregg Ridgely if he’d ever hit anything after we got off his boat, and he lied to us about having killed a snorkeler;   when I contact dozens of “officials” about this and not one gives a damn;  and when I read the sickeningly deceptive and absurdly worded tourism propaganda aimed at prospective overseas visitors who have no idea of what their destination is really like, it all makes me realize why I’ve never been a “tourist”, and even makes me kind of embarrassed to be a member of western society.  If “tourists” could simply arrive and engage with the land herself, that would be excellent;  but this is almost impossible for the “uninitiated” visitor as just the fact that they’ve come means they’ve already been indoctrinated by sheaths of industrial tourism “information” which use the land simply as a source of images to attract their prey.  And this is true not only for Australia or New Zealand, but anywhere else in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After Big Owl dropped us in Coral Bay, I thought of contacting him to see if he’d consider paying “Sheriff Todd Sirloin” a visit back at the high school in Exmouth.  See, Owl is at least twice the size of the stocky boy-Todd, and could probably hoist him by the throat with one hand if the need arose.  Wouldn’t it be funny to see Owl paying a visit to Todd at the school, and in front of all his “kids”, say, “Hey, bro, remember when you visited Jeff at his tent that night a while back?  Well, he was wondering why you didn’t come back the next night…you know, to do ‘more than talk.’  Care to take any of this unfinished business up with ME?”  Come to think of it, this would be fantastic to have on film!  After that, maybe Owl might be inspired to go and pay Gregg Ridgely a similar visit!  And after that the WA Ministers of Environment and Transport!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LEAVING THE TROPICS:  CORAL BAY TO KALBARRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-size:130%;" id="formatbar_Buttons" &gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    When we arrived in Coral Bay we, particularly Liesbet, noticed that it felt a lot “clearer” here, energy-wise, now that we were over 150 kms from the electronic warfare installation at Exmouth.  It was kind of like a cloud that had been over us was now gone.  It’s interesting…and scary…to note that it seems to us that the first thing to be affected by being in the sphere of influence of artificial electro-magnetic fields like that is your ability to notice its effect on you;  your overall process is degraded but you are unable to perceive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Coral Bay is a beautiful place in terms of the land, being on the southern edge of the Ningaloo/Cape Range peninsula, with awesome white sand dunes and clear waters.  I’ve never been a fan of the town itself, however, as it’s little more than a tiny cul-de-sac of over-priced tourist facilities.  That’s pretty much all there is, not really any “locals” or neighbourhoods.  This time we learned that they are going ahead with the construction of a huge hotel complex or something, plus a heap of new houses for all the employees to live in.  Great.  Remember, Coral Bay is the place already visited by over 200,000 people per year, a large per-centage of whom are “rec fishers” who take between 400 and 1000 tons of fish, according to Dr. Fulton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After two days there we headed back out to the main highway and the Minilya roadhouse.  It took us over four hours to get a ride out of Coral Bay, but the time hitching there was well spent, as there was so little traffic that I took out my guitar, and a whole new piece of music emerged in the still-novel-to-me  “DADGAD” tuning, popularised in recent years by Pierre Bensusan and Laurence Juber, but even earlier, in the sixties, by Davy Graham, a wicked and relatively unknown talent.  We got some footage of a troop of tourists on “quads”, which is a pretty ridiculous sight to behold.  From a distance it sounds like a squadron of lawn-mowers, but then they come into view, each with their little helmet and bovine expression.  This is one of the new trends in “eco”-tourism…”environmentally friendly quads.”  This is, of course, almost as oxymoronic as “environmental mining”, which actually exists as a curriculum at the university in Hobart.  Our “friends” in Kalbarri have been trying to sell their sea-food restaurants (not sure why…because the ocean is running out of fish?) and have acquired an “environmental quad” enterprise.  I pointed out the conflict with this term, and asked what could possibly make a quad even marginally “environmentally friendly” unless it was electric charging on solar?  The reply:  they’re quieter than “normal” ones.  Right.  We haven’t checked them with a db meter yet, but I seriously doubt that they’re “quiet.”  If you can hear them at all, it’s unnecessary noise in the “wilderness.”  That’s the one good thing we noticed at Emma Gorge at El Questro…instead of petrol-powered quads, the employees rode around on similar vehicles that were electric, therefore silent.  There’s absolutely no reason that ALL quads couldn’t be electric, and until then, NO quad can honestly be said to be “environmentally friendly.”  And what about horses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Finally a couple stopped.  They were just out for a drive, and were headed for what on the map appeared to be a lake not far from Minilya…but in Australia as a whole, and in WA especially, what looks like a “lake” on a map may very easily be a bed of sand in reality.  It’s only a “lake” when there’s water in it, which could be once every ten or thirty years.  Many of them could more properly be termed “salt flats.”  They were nice enough to drive the additional 30 kms or so to put us at Minilya, which was very cool of them, and very hot for us, as the temperature here was significantly greater than by the coast.  The bloke was an employee of Chevron working on an oil-drilling platform off the coast of Karratha;  both he and his girl-friend were more or less apologists for the energy extraction industry, as were maybe half the people we met all through WA.  These two people, nice as they were, seemed to have no actual connection with nature as a living presence;  their view was that all this stuff that people wanted was just sitting there, waiting to be extracted, as if this were the reason it was there to begin with.  As we were unloading our gear at Minilya, a huge flat-bed truck came by with something I’d never seen before:  a huge ore-loading vehicle entirely wrapped in white plastic, as if it were a gigantic surgically-sterile Christmas present for the jolly green giant!  The couple informed us that this was the latest thing that mining companies were doing to ensure the health and bio-diversity of remote wilderness areas:  making sure that their mining equipment didn’t accidentally bring invading microbes or pests into pristine areas!!!  FOR REAL!  Can you believe it???  I guess they have to use white material, too, so people can be sure it’s REALLY CLEAN.  No dirt allowed for mining vehicles!!!  They said this one would be bound for Barrow Island, south of Karratha.  When you look at it on the atlas, the entire island appears to be a “nature reserve”, and is labelled as such;  like most other “wilderness” areas, however, if you were actually to go there, you would find a formidable mining presence, invisible on the maps and if you had only “tourist information”, un-mentioned and non-existent.  But once you’re there, too late…you may not believe what you’re seeing and that you weren’t told, but..gotcha!  The tourism industry already got your money and will get more as long as you’re there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Fairly quickly we got an unexpected ride with another couple, a young guy from Berlin (we could tell because his van…a VW of course, as well as his t-shirt, were emblazoned with “BERLIN”…no swastikas, though!) and a girl from New York.  We were surprised when they offered to bring us at least to Carnarvon;  it was a tight squeeze as Liesbet and I loaded our gear onto the bed in the back and had to put our legs over our heads to fit in.  We had to listen to what had to be some of the worst “music” we’ve ever been afflicted by…right up there with Greg and Julia Evans at Nitmiluk…one song in particular was quite painful, a piece of “electro-pop” sosmasm that repeated “…tonight’s gonna be a good, good night…” over and over ad nauseum.  The worst thing about “music” like that isn’t the “music” itself, but the fact that someone would deliberately choose to listen to it.  Similar to choosing to have your lunch sitting by a cess-pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We stopped off briefly at the Carnarvon blow-holes, which is a powerful and spectacular place.  The occasional “king wave” visitation is attested to by the presence of a token life-preserver and 20 meter rope, placed there in honour of some fisher-person who got taken a few decades ago.  Our last visit there was with Mike and Jana, and we must have spent an hour or two there, taking pictures and taking it all in.  This time, the couple, whose schedule we were on, had seen enough in about ten minutes.  But, we went with them to camp out at Quobba Station, where we’d never been before.  This is a working station joining right onto the beach, and as a $10-per-person camp-ground was actually pretty ok.  There was no kitchen or place to sit or eat at all, but the “ablutions block” was one of the nicest we’d seen, large, spacious, and solar-powered!  Gotta like that!  That evening the almost new moon was clearly visible;  I pointed it out to the couple, neither of whom had ever seen such a thin crescent or “Earth-shine” before, being city-slickers and all.  I took it for granted that they each had their own battery-operated coffee-grinder in their back-packs.  I took some photos of the Milky Way after it got dark, and the German guy was inspired to try it with his new digital camera, or so he said.  I tried to explain to him how to do it, and offered to write down a page of basic photographic techniques for him, as he was just starting out.  Then, with a note of Aryan…or was it “semitic”?...arrogance, he said, “Don’t bother…I’ll just go and buy a book.”  I didn’t bother to tell him that what he’d get from me would not only save him about $40, it would also tell him what he really needed to know to be a great photographer and in only a few sentences, based on my 40+ years of still photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The next day they dropped us to hitch near Carnarvon, after relating that their next destination was in fact Monkey Mia.  I told them about the “wild” dolphins who everyone feeds there…supervised by DEC personnel, of course…were actually known to be quite unhealthy, physically and mentally.  And I told them about Gregg Ridgely and the Aquarush.  They just gave me this funny look, as if to say, “But our Lonely Planet doesn’t say anything about that…”  What if, however, there was an alternative to Lonely Planet that told the whole story about places?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Relatively quickly, that is, in about an hour or less, we got a ride with a single middle-aged somewhat over-weight woman named Bessie.  She was on her way from Karratha, where her husband was hard at work in the mine, back to their home in Perth.  She was marginally cool and inquisitive, and she persisted in asking me all kinds of questions about this and that, “America”, for example, as she had always wanted to travel there.  She had a tape playing of Bill “ain’t no sunshine” Withers live, which was very interesting;  he sounded very much like a comedian when he talked.  Bessie was one of those people that you aren’t quite sure about, however, as sometimes there would seem to be this tone or “edge” to her questions;  hard to convey but a feeling that seemed to say “you need to be a little careful with this one.”  For example, she took us onto a look-out off the road so we could see the view, which was all the way out to the Indian ocean.  I don’t know why, but when we were getting out of the car, and she was still sitting at the wheel, I couldn’t help but think that she momentarily considered leaving us there, just for fun.  I was probably wrong, and of course, we’ll never know, but these things do occasionally cross your mind.  The key is not to allow the window of opportunity, if there’s any question at all.  Bessie was of course another “apologist” for the mining industry;  an interesting thing she related was about how the Chinese have gone to the next level by actually buying an entire peninsula called Cape Preston, near Karratha, building their own industrial facility with their own labourers, and running it themselves.  It wasn’t a bad thing, of course, because there are Aussie sub-contractors…but essentially a Chinese company bought a huge chunk of western Australia in order to extract its resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    About mid-way through our ride with Bessie we passed by the Overlander roadhouse and the turn-off that goes back north up to Denham and Shark Bay, an area of exquisite natural beauty in the shadow of appalling socio-ecological phenomena.  This world heritage area should be renamed  “George Orwell Theme Park” in honour of Gregg Ridgely and his Aquarush/Monkey Mia “eco”-tourism scams backed by Bejder’s “excellent science” and Minister of Transport Simon O’Brien’s “robust legislative contexts.”  Ever since we returned to Australia in March, Liesbet and I’d been debating what to do about Ridgely, since no one who was supposedly getting paid to care actually did.  Were we going to go back to Denham and confront him with our video cameras in his face?  “Gregg, what was that you said about never having hit anything that you know of.  Does the name Charles Cole ring a bell?”   Cole was the snorkeler that Ridgely killed in December 2008.  We seriously considered doing this, but were reluctant potentially to put ourselves at risk;  knowing what we did about Ridgely, and the fact that he was still in operation unfettered, for all we knew the local cops might be his closest friends.  The only way we’d have confronted him is if we had a quick way out of there.  Or if Big Owl was with us.  As we passed the turn-off to Shark Bay, we figured that the next best thing we could do was just to “boycott” the whole area by not going there at all, because, if you’re there at all, you’re supporting the local economy.  This would, in fact, be the way to create “conscious tourism destinations”, if there were enough aware and concerned prospective travellers:  boycott areas who exhibited flagrant violations of ecological sensibility.  The tourism industry would be sure to love this…and might hopefully get in line with true “ecology” rather than the dollar.  But this is probably just a pipe-dream because “industry” of any kind and “ecology” in a real sense are totally incompatible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Our destination was Kalbarri, which is about 50 kms off the main highway.  Bessie was headed further south, and as it was late in the day, we didn’t want to get out to hitch this last 50 kms from an intersection in the middle of nowhere that had absolutely no facilities, and very little traffic even at its busiest, where we may have ended up spending the night.  So we continued on to Northhampton, where there was a caravan park strategically located precisely at the intersection where the southerly route into Kalbarri branched off.  She dropped us right at the caravan park, and was on her merry way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We met the manager, who was pretty nice, and started setting up camp just as the sun was going down.  We really noticed that now we were in a very different ecological zone from the arid desert where we’d been for weeks;  when we crossed the Tropic of Capricorn coming south after we left Exmouth, we realized that we’d been literally in the “tropics” for over seven months.  Now we’d entered a more temperate zone;  we could feel a coolness and moistness in the air that was very refreshing, a sensation we really hadn’t felt since New Zealand back in March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    This little caravan park also had several “gazebo” things built out of bamboo in the tent area;  we had our own private one, which was very cool.  We ended up staying there two or three nights as we needed to get some rocks painted, and the gazebo was perfect for this.  The rate was good and it was pretty quiet, too.  Here I “celebrated” Carl Sagan Day by writing an article about him as I understood his work and vision;  in response to this I became aware of the lengths to which he’d gone to suppress the writings of Immanual Velikovsky, which was quite hypocritical for a person supposedly  committed to the pursuit of scientific “truth.”  I’d always honoured Sagan’s contributions for creating a sense of “cosmic awareness” through mass-media and for his unique and out-spoken opposition to the existence and proliferation of nuclear weapons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    When we were hitching to Kalbarri, we’d been standing there maybe 30 minutes or so when a nice woman stopped to talk to us.  Her name was Madeleine and she was originally from Switzerland but had lived in Australia for over 15 years and in Northhampton for several.  She was quite cool and said she’d done a lot of travelling herself, including hitch-hiking around Europe as well as extensive travel in good old America, which she loved.  She said she’d even written a novel that was about her travels in the U.S.  Much to our surprise, she said, “Well, I don’t have anything to do.  Put your gear in the back and I’ll drive you to Kalbarri.”  Wow.  How cool was this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    A couple hours later she unloaded us at the caravan park by the Murchison river and invited us to stop and see her on our way back through Northhampton.  We had a nice three day visit to Kalbarri, and visited Red Bluff, one of our favourite places there.  We also inspected the mural we’d done there in 2007;  it was holding up fantastically and was still a landmark and the most colourful sight in that part of town.  As in almost every town we’d gone through in WA, there was some major construction going on, here a new wharf was being bulldozed out of the riverbank.  Kalbarri, although a very beautiful place in terms of nature, had always seemed pretty bleak in terms of the people thing.  It always seemed a little unfriendly or even depressing.  We heard that now, because of the “gfc” or some other nebulous crisis mentality, over 100 houses were up for sale, in a town of only a couple thousand people.  But Kalbarri always seemed “empty” anyway, as a lot of the houses there are holiday homes that are only used for short periods out of each year.  Kalbarri could be a place where “whitey” set up shop on what used to be a sacred aboriginal burial ground, just like Apollo Bay on the Great Ocean Road and probably many other coastal towns around Australia.  What’s Lonely Planet got to say about this?  Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We came and went from Kalbarri uneventfully, noting that it seemed to be becoming more and more of an over-priced tourist town with little character that hardly does justice to its awesome natural surroundings.  Then again, that’s the story of many small towns in western Australia.  The one image and observation that sticks with me, more than any other, from the realm of “stupid human stuff”, is the guy parked in the corner of the caravan park where stayed.  It appeared to be a single man with no pets, wives, etc, in what may not have been the absolute largest…but in the top half-dozen, for sure…”fifth-wheeler.”  Now, for those of you who are out of touch with the state-of-the-art in tourism macrophilia, this is the latest trend:  caravans so large that they have to be pulled with a separate “tractor” or cab, just like a tractor-trailer truck;  and they have to refuel in the areas where the lorries usually go, unless there’s no roof overhead.  And what made this one multiply ridiculous to the point of terror, is not that this guy, for at least two days in a row, appeared to do nothing other than hose down and wash this snow-white monstrosity with precious fresh water that is a limited commodity in Kalbarri;  we couldn’t believe that the caravan park management didn’t stop him.  As I learned later, she was too busy watching tellie.  And get this:  when I zoomed in on the front of the cab, guess what brand the vehicle is?  “ECO.”  I shit you not AND fair f*cking dinkum!  But remember, this town is home to “environmental quads” and possibly a burial ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    When we hitched out of Kalbarri, we took a cab to the edge of town and surprisingly got a ride in less than five minutes with this over-weight guy who had used to be a cop in Perth but now owned the company that supplied all the ceramic insulators for the electric power lines.  At first he had some interesting things to relate but when he started boasting about how he was thinking of buying a tract in the new but totally sterile housing development on the edge of Kalbarri, his IQ seemed to plummet.  He was complaining about how his whole family had been attacking him, so he just up and left for his holiday house…or one of them, as he told it.  He supposedly also owned holiday homes in Bali and in Jurien Bay, plus, of course, seven boats of various sizes, plus he had to pay over $100,000 per year just for automotive insurance for his family.  They were pretty bad drivers, we took it.  This was all well and good;  again, he was one of those people who I took care not to accidentally antagonize by saying the wrong thing.  So I had to chuckle to myself when he started telling us how nuclear power was the way to go for electricity.  I never really commented on anything he said, but noted both his certainty and his ignorance concerning “all things nuclear”;  it would seem that he derived his knowledge from the John Howard school of nuclear physics, whose maxim is “safe and clean.”  His closing statement on all this was something like “Nuclear reactors are totally safe.  Did you ever hear about a problem with any of them?”  Dude…what planet is your brain from?  There, Three Mile Island was just a holiday retreat and Chernobyl must have been the president of Russia.  The eight-foot sponges near the Farralone Islands…just a freak of nature, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-size:130%;" id="formatbar_Buttons" &gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;NORTHHAMPTON REVISITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    This guy was the perfect ride to have before we returned to visit Madeleine in Northhampton, because one of her favourite things to talk about was how the people in Australia seemed to be quite uneducated and uninterested in learning anything of importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Madeleine came and picked us up from town, and took us to her little house on the hill above Northhampton.  She has two cool dogs and two nice cats and lots of books.  She is a big fan of America…the United States, that is, and has a lot of books about American presidents, her favourites being Abraham Lincoln, JFK, and…Obama?  Remember, she is who had the John Pilger book A Secret Country, that tells the stories, for example, of Australian mass-genocide and CIA-backed coup d’etats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I explained to her the similarity between Lincoln and Kennedy…not all the freaky but insubstantial stuff concerning details like Lincoln had a top assistant named Kennedy and Kennedy one named Lincoln, and so on, but that they were the only two American presidents who challenged the banker influence that Jefferson had repeatedly warned of;  Lincoln and Kennedy both attempted to wrest the usurped power of government money from the bankers and to restore it to Uncle Sam.  Lincoln actually got so far as to print “greenbacks” and get them into circulation;  Kennedy was on the verge not only of de-commissioning the Federal Reserve but also the CIA.  Both were assassinated by secretive banker operations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I could understand Madeleine’s love for Lincoln and Kennedy, but when I saw the huge smiling simian photo of Obama on her fridge, I had to tell her what John Pilger says about him:  he’s nothing more than a creation of Wall Street and the CIA, a veritable “yes-man” for the most advanced agendas of globalization, yet a “likable” guy who is able to say what almost everyone wants to hear from the “leader of the free world.”  That Obama “seems” better than Bush is an important observation, emphasis on “seems”;  that his administration is over-seeing even greater planetary atrocities is obvious to anyone who has dared to investigate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We had a lovely time there, but it felt almost claustrophobic and anaerobic to spend a night under a roof in a house, after weeks of fresh WA air.  Madeleine  baked a heap of wonderful muffins for us, and I ate more “buttah” that night than in the previous three months!  And she played us a lot of Nashville bluegrass, something she came to love while travelling state-side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The next morning she dropped us at a good hitching spot down the road, where I’d hitched from several times.  We got a late start, however, and when we were still there three of four hours later, we decided to go back to the little caravan park with the gazebos and start out early the next morning.  While hitching we had an amusing encounter with a police officer, only the second time in over ten years of hitching in Australia that any cops stopped for us.  This guy came past, and I was holding our sign up.  I usually take it down when a police officer comes by, just for effect.  Plus, I know they aren’t going to give us a ride!  An hour earlier, another cop had come by and just smiled and waved at us.  This guy, however, swung around into the parking lot behind us.  He didn’t get out, so I went over to talk with him.  He was a friendly younger guy, but who seemed to be pretty new to being a cop, and possibly a little uncharacteristically “gung ho.”  The first thing he said was that, “Hitch-hiking is illegal in western Australia.”  I said, well, technically I guess it was but that we’d been doing it safely for years with no problem, that we were very “road conscious” and weren’t endangering anyone, including ourselves.  At first I thought he was going to make us get off the road, and there was a moment of silence.  I politely asked, “What would you like us to do?  Do you want us to get off the road?”  He said, “No, but just don’t be so obvious about it.”  Right.  I thought it was funny…what were we supposed to do, pretend we were standing there waiting for a bus, with a sign that said “Bunbury”?  But he was nice enough.  I added, “We aren’t criminals or anything”, to which he replied, “I didn’t say you were.”  It was a friendly encounter with a variety of “public servant” who I’ve basically always looked at as being friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;NORTHHAMPTON TO BALINGUP IN TWO DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The next morning we headed out not long after 7 a.m…the sun had already been up for over two hours…and the owner of the caravan park gave us a lift a few kms down the road, well past the edge of town.  In about 20 minutes we got a ride from a nice young Dutch woman who lived in Northhampton who was on her way to take a nursing exam in Geraldton.  She dropped us on the far side of town, and in another 20 minutes or so, after dodging an army of ants along side the road, we got a ride with a cool guy from England who now lived in Dongara.  He had used to be a fisherman and as it turned out, he was friends with George Bass, a lobster-fisherman from Dongera who’d given us a ride to Fremantle in 2007, after he took us to his house and showed us his vintage/refurbished Chamberlain tractor.  He was a member of a Chamberlain tractor group who did stuff like take a convoy of tractors pulling caravans across the central desert of Australia.  The guy giving us a ride said they’d recently done a similar trek across the USA.  Interesting considering that to do this, they’d have to transport dozens if not hundreds of tractors and caravans on a ship to and from the states.  Alas, what a different world we’d have if  people acted as if the Earth actually mattered as a living being.  And what a different, and far more deadly, world we’d have if all of a sudden radically renewable and inexpensive or worse, “free”, energy forms became available on a mass-scale…human stupidity would be amplified to such levels that the entire infrastructure of industrial civilization might burst into flames.  This would literally and metaphorically be just like throwing petrol onto a fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Our hitching “luck”, which is always pretty good…even for the three consecutive days we stood there hitching with no ride attempting to leave Katherine!  This enabled us to spend three nice nights in one of the best campgrounds in the territory, and to swim in a beautiful sacred spring there three times.  So in this case, not getting a ride was a good thing.  But it’s not everywhere you’d want to be “stuck”…seemed to be getting better all the time, beginning with Madeleine, after a string of, shall we say, people who were kind enough to give us rides but with whom we didn’t really feel much of a connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After standing there in Dongera for not more than 15 minutes, a nice lady named Judy stopped.  She loaded us into her 4wd and said that she was on her way home to Perth, and that she hoped we weren’t in a hurry as she was going to drive down the recently completed “Indian Coast Highway” which connects Cervantes, near the Pinnacles, to Lancelin.  This was very cool to us, as we hadn’t been this way before.  I believe this road had only opened a few weeks earlier.  Judy was someone who it was a pleasure to meet, someone who was not what you’d call “liberal” but who was quite aware of what was happening in the world, and in western Australia.  We started talking about our love of the land and the dangers we saw from the exploding mining industry.  She related that Colin Barnett, the Premier of WA, is now widely despised because of his “selling out” to the energy and mining interests;  this backed up what we’d been hearing from other people.  She said that her network of friends were actually becoming “activists” in the sense of writing letters to their representatives in government.  At least this is better than sending out petitions on the internet!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The landscape we passed through on the new stretch of highway was beautiful and unspoiled…except for the new road, of course.  We could still feel the until recently-pristine and undisrupted vibe of the land, whose aura shone in the same way that remote coast-lines all throughout WA do.  This is an extremely arid area of low scrub and brilliant white sand dunes.  At one point we came over a hill and there before us was an entire region filled with more grass-trees than we’d ever seen anywhere.  I never knew that they grew in such numbers and density.  They are a beautiful Gondwana-land remnant and there’s nothing like them anywhere.  The weird part is that this area where they were in such high numbers was on land that the Australian military uses as a bombing range, and one of the areas where DU (“depleted uranium”) munitions is believed to be deployed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The one thing we noticed along this new highway was that every so often there was an additional turning lane, with little stone or brick entrances, and a few street-lights.  These side-streets led up into what we soon learned were embryonic housing developments, with nothing there yet except the streets and “lifestyle blocks” laid out with string and signs.  We didn’t count how many of these “projects” we noticed but there were quite a few in a stretch of only 40 kms or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    In western Australia, it’s like there’s literally nothing stopping anyone from doing anything.  Not so much at the individual level, but at the level of big business, developers, energy, mining and construction.  I am led to believe, after hearing that mining company CEO’s want Australia to become “the Saudi Arabia of uranium”, among other diabolical visions, that on someone’s drawing board somewhere must be plans to have the entire west coast of Australia covered with thousands of this astronomically bizarre huge sky-scraper apartment towers like you see in Dubai and Abu Dabi, kind of like a “Gold coast squared.”  I saw a photo of one of the penthouses in one of these things once, and it looked like a Kerry Packer version of the Taj Mahal, and I think it went for something like $2000 per night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Judy dropped us in a nice little town called Gin Gin, where we considered hitching back the next day to the Gravity Centre.  Judy had been there and said it was very interesting and educational.  It’s a combination of research lab and tourist/educational facility, and is supposedly located where it is because of its distance from the electromagnetic fields of civilization.  I think this is a thing of the past, however, with all the development coming that way;  it’s just like when you go to a “look-out” on a mountain highway but you can’t see anything because all the vegetation has grown so high.  It’s no longer a “look-out” but it still exists anyway, and people stop just because it’s there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We decided not to visit the Gravity Centre, not this time, and early the next morning we were out on the main highway with our thumbs out.  There was very little traffic and we were stressing as to whether we were on the right road or not, as sometimes in Australia it’s hard to tell what the “main” highway actually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Suddenly a large white Mercedes van pulls over, after coming out from the road that goes back to Gravity and the Indian Coast highway.  After we got in and started talking with Roy Humfrey a bit, we realized that our hitching “luck” had indeed risen to yet another level!  Roy was a potato farmer and was on his way to Midlands to take care of some business.  As it turned out, he was one of the most aware people we’d ever met on the road in terms of his understanding of what’s really going on behind the scenes in the world.  As a large-scale farmer, he’d been approached by companies like Monsanto to get him to grow their GE crops and use their carcinogenic herbicide Round-up.  He was right to be highly sceptical of the whole GE thing, and although he wasn’t doing “organic” farming (and even had his own stash of 1080 that he used to kill foxes), he was moving in that direction, and was engaged in a process of  replenishing the microbial population in his soil, after an all-too-successful campaign to get rid of them had caused his fertility levels to plummet.  He was very aware of the fraudulent nature of the whole banking industry.  He asked me what I thought about a lot of this stuff, and I told him what I thought, as we kind of bounced possibilities and questions off each other.  He said that what I related in various areas really backed up what he had suspected was the case, for example, the destruction of the World Trade Centre towers, and the NWO goal of micro-chipping the human population…that is, the ones that are left after their depopulation agenda has been fulfilled!  Of course, I don’t claim to be some kind of “expert” on any of this “conspiracy theory” stuff, but I have been looking into it all for a long time, from the perspective of it all being the on-going tumour circus of man’s inhumanity to man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Roy entered the halls of legendry when he offered to take us all the way to Armadale so that we could avoid having to go all the way into Perth on our way south.  If you don’t know Perth it won’t matter, but it’s a pretty good sized metro area, and quite difficult to just get through to the other side, regardless of what your mode of transport is.  Roy took us all the way to the far side of the city, and put us at a good hitching spot headed south.  If we’d had to go into town via train, then back out again, it would have taken at least two-three hours and heaps of gear-toting up and down ramps and through train stations.  We’ve done it plenty of times before, and this is probably the most physically difficult aspect of how we travel:  negotiating transport terminals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Roy’s extraordinary assistance saved us hours of time, thousands of kilo-joules of energy expenditure, and set us up for what was one of the most highly tuned in hitch-hiking days we’ve ever had.  We took the by-pass around the city;  even though it was pretty full of traffic, we moved along nevertheless, and were able to talk with Roy in greater detail about things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    He let us out on the inland route to Bunbury.  This was late morning, sunny and pretty warm, but not hot by NT standards.  Soon a guy pulled over and even though he wasn’t going our way, he handed us a 1.5 liter jug of iced water, which was very “cool” of him!  Then, after maybe 45 minutes or so a girl stopped and, again, offered to go a little further than she was actually going and dropped us at Pinjarra.  Once again, a mining person, as her husband was at work up in Karratha;  she got to stay home and be the house-wife and do stuff like ride her horses and learn how to be a pilot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After she dropped us off, an old geezer pulled over to give us a ride.  He was driving a 4wd vehicle pulling a large flat-bed trailer.  At first he seemed like a rude bastard and we were wondering why he even stopped.  Liesbet in particular didn’t like him.  But after we started talking with him, he became quite friendly.  Tommy Talbot was his name.  And he turned out to be one of the most interesting rides we’ve ever had.  He is a professional pilot, specializing in single and twin-engine prop planes, as well as jets.  I believe he used to fly jet-liners.  But his real love is the helicopter.  He said he’d flown over 20,000 hours in 50-plus years of being air-borne.  He also used to do a lot of hot-air ballooning, but had given it up because his knees no longer allowed him to jump in and out of the basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    A lot of what he was relating seemed pretty fantastic.  Not unbelievable, but extraordinary.  Our usual approach to people is that we simultaneously give them the benefit of the doubt, and take what they say at face value, realizing that a grain or two of salt might be in order as well.  Some of the stories we’ve been told could, in fact, be complete bullshit…just like anything that you weren’t personally there to witness.  Ultimately, it doesn’t really matter too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Tommy also told us that he had just built a small experimental helicopter and that it was almost complete.  Then, surprisingly, he said that if we didn’t mind coming to his house for a few minutes so he could drop the trailer, that he’d then take us down to the junction where the road to Balingup turned off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    His place was a several thousand acre farm that had been in his family for at least three generations.  And there in his garage was the experimental chopper, complete with a USAF insignia.  Liesbet and I were pretty impressed.  It was fairly small, and it’s frame was made of very thin aluminium or titanium tubing.  It had a clear bubble around the cockpit, but was extremely minimal in design and weight.  We asked him if he’d take us up for a spin.  He was pretty into it but added that before he could carry passengers legally, he had to fly it several more hours to make sure it all worked properly.  I don’t think the “legal” issue ever stopped Tommy Talbot from doing something fun and adventurous, but he said that it would be better to fly it in somewhat cooler weather, I believe because it had an air-cooled engine.  We’d already been put on alert for chopper crashes after learning that one had crashed in the Bungle Bungles two years before, due to over-heating.  We had in fact done a chopper flight there in 2007, and it’s possible that it was our pilot who had gone down;  but the chopper we flew in was a larger model than the one that crashed.  We made a tentative plan to come back in the next week or two for a flight, and Tommy said that would be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    He dropped us on the road to Balingup, being not only our third ride that day, but the third person who went somewhat out of their way to put us in a good place.  After little more than 15 minutes, a nice woman stopped named Rebecca.  She lived in Donnybrook, and after talking with us for a while, invited us to come stay with her in her brand new house, as she had an extra bedroom and her husband was away…guess where…up at the mine at Karratha working.  We appreciated the offer, and we stopped in to meet her two kids;  but we wanted to try to make it to Balingup if possible that day.  It was only another 30 or so kms, so she offered to drive us there.  She became the fourth person that day to go out of their way to get us to a good spot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    She dropped us in Balingup around 5pm or so.  We’d been invited to stay with Debbie and Trevor, the mom and step-dad of our lovely friends Aquaria and Gregor in Darwin.  They knew we were coming but not that we were already there.  We didn’t want to just “surprise attack” them, so Bec dropped us at a very nice little camp-ground by a stream on the edge of town.  It was an awesome mid-summer’s late afternoon, and the pond was alive with ducks, frogs and dragon flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Miraculously, thanks to the help of four very cool people, we’d made it all the way from Gin Gin to Balingup without having to go through either Perth or Bunbury.  If you’re familiar with the area, you know that this is pretty remarkable to have achieved in one day of hitch-hiking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    A note on those extra kilometres that many people have driven on our behalf:  THANK YOU!  We are the first to acknowledge that the automobile, its over-use and over-all scenarios of fuel consumption and damage to environmental and human health, constitutes probably the single greatest form of ecological war-fare that the individual human being participates in.  This awareness is what originally inspired me to start hitch-hiking in the early 1980’s, and to live without owning a vehicle since 1984.  If I could get by without owning a vehicle, that would be one less on the road;  if people were going that way anyway, why not give someone a lift?  It’s only possible to hitch-hike if people are driving, right?  Right. But if you can get somewhere by sharing a ride instead of driving alone, it conserves resources and energy and lessens the traffic volume, however slightly.  Hitch-hiking is in fact a form of conservation.  This is not the place for a digression into travel by thumb, but I wanted to acknowledge our awareness as well as gratitude to everyone who has ever given us a ride, but especially to those who have gone the “extra mile” to put us in a better place to hitch from, or actually delivering us to our destinations.  In hitch-hiking close to 400,000 kms since 1980, I’ve accumulated a lot of good “fossil fuel karma”, or should I say “hydrocarbon fuel karma”;  and I don’t think we’re damaging our dharma to receive gifts like these on occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;BALINGUP:  SACRED OASIS IN THE “TASMANIA OF WESTERN AUSTRALIA”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    South-western Australia is a very special place, home of a wide diversity of indigenous florae and faunae, many of the plants being true Gondwana-remnant species.  A lot of huge trees still stand, and there’s even a few small areas of old-growth forest that have yet to be molested.  Valley of the Giants, between Denmark and Walpole, is a well-known protected forest, home to dozens of amazingly huge, freaky-looking tree-beings.  There is a good deal of “forestry” going on, but it’s a relief finally to be in a place where every other person or vehicle doesn’t appear to work for a mining company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We’ve spent a good deal of time in the south-west of WA, most notably for several weeks two years ago in Albany, where in winter a rainbow or two can be seen almost every day.  Our visit to Balingup was special in many ways, not only because it’s well away from the coast and up in the forest, but also because of the really nice people who were our hosts for two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    In the south-west area are dozens of little towns with aboriginal-sounding names that all end in “-mup”, “-yup”, “-gup”, or other “-up’s.”  This suffix has to do with water;  it’s the south-west aboriginal counter-part to the New Zealand Maori prefix for water, which is “wai.”  We never actually learned what “Balingup” meant, but what if it meant “the place where water was scooped out of your sinking boat?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We did learn, interestingly, that the Balingup area had been a long-standing traditional meeting place for women of many different tribes in the region.  A place of women gathering, and of water…the ingredients for a ‘sacred site’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Also very interesting, and in harmony with being a ‘sacred site’, was the name and purpose of Debbie and Trevor’s business there, a native plant nursery called Tintuppa, which is an eastern aboriginal word describing “the spirit of trees.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    So here we were at our destination of the past two months, after hitch-hiking approximately 4,000 kms, at a place having to do with indigenous women’s meetings, water, and indigenous plants…very cool indeed!  Debbie, Australian, operates the Tintuppa nursery, which is also part of the international WOOFing network;  Trevor, originally from Sri Lanka, is primarily a computer repair person…one who actually knows what he’s doing!...but is also involved in bee-keeping and assorted shrubbery projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We stayed in our tent the first few nights, then moved down to the WOOFer’s quarters when Shannon, a cool chick from South Africa, went to see her family for the holidays.  This was really nice, as it was the first time we’d had our “own place” since camping out in Peter Cholmondeley’s office in Darwin.  We got a lot done, as we had heaps of rocks to paint, including a special set of Australian animals/landscapes for our friend Christian in Germany.  And Liesbet got to “woof” by helping with the nursery, planting microscopic baby trees and watering more mature ones.  One of the treats we enjoyed there was our daily leaves of gotu kola, a small ground-cover plant which, according to ancient Chinese herbalists, contains a plethora of health-boosting nutrients, enzymes, and phyto-chemicals.  We even learned that the Chinese government documented the age of a doctor born in the late 1600’s, who only died in the mid-20th century, at the age of 253.  That’s Earth-years.  He out-lived over 20 wives, and supposedly had the body and health of a man of around 50 the whole time.  His secret:  gotu kola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Debbie and Trevor are quite active in the community…Trevor belongs to a pistol shooting club, and Debbie spends her evenings belly-dancing, doing T’ai-chi, or playing tennis.  As well, their daughter Harley lives at home and her new boy-friend (caught on the net, as it were!) was visiting from Brisbane.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    All in all, it was a fantastic and productive two weeks.  It was like being part of an extended family.  We got a lot done, caught up on rest, and met some truly wonderful people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    But the road was calling.  We had an immigration dead-line to be aware of, and we had planned to extend our visas in Melbourne before going to Tasmania.  This meant that we had less than two weeks to hitch from south-western Australia to central Victoria, another trajectory of several thousand kilometres.   Before heading east, we also wanted to make it down to Pemberton, and possibly to the coast, as this was another special place we’d visited on our last two journeys through this area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;BALINGUP TO MELBOURNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;PEMBERTON AND BIBBULMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Debbie dropped us off in Balingup to hitch, and our “Pemberton” sign worked so well that in less than five minutes, a nice guy from England who worked for the occupational safety administration stopped and dropped us at our friend Sue’s place.  We’d met Sue as we were leaving Pemberton two years ago, when she stopped and “rescued” us from being accosted by a local crazy person who bore down on us in his car, screetched to a stop, and told us that “a backpacker has disappeared in Bunbury”, so therefore he was going there.  Eh?  This kind of spooked us, and Sue had given us a ride to Manjimup where we caught a bus to Bunbury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    This time, the crazy guy wasn’t around and Sue let us stay in the old house on her property she uses as a bed&amp;amp;breakfast.  We only had a couple nights before we had to head east, and Sue was busy with this and that, as she owns some cattle, and had an outing planned at the coast with an old friend.  We did get to have dinner with her one evening, though, which was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We already knew that she had lost her lovely Labrador a few weeks earlier, because it had eaten a poisoned bait designed to kill foxes…the lethal agent was our old friend 1080…that crows had apparently brought into her yard.  She had more to tell:  she knew other people who had lost dogs to 1080.  One of them was even a solicitor who had considered taking legal action against DEC but decided not to, as he reckoned it was futile to oppose such a well-funded government agency.  Another friend of hers was a farmer who, like Roy Humfrey, used 1080 on their farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    This began to strike me as strange, since in New Zealand, where tons per year of 1080 are deployed by the DOC, private ownership of 1080 is I believe fully illegal.  It seemed like just about anyone in Australia could order up a batch of one of the most deadly pesticides…and neurotoxins…that exist.  I asked Sue to contact her friend to determine what the origin of her 1080 supply was, who the manufacturer and/or distributor was.  We also loaned her our copy of Kate Winters’ auto-biographical novel Scenic Dream or Silent Nightmare, her own story of being poisoned by 1080, and tried to get her to contact Kate via email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    While we ate dinner, the radio was on, the ABC I believe, with veteran journalist Philip Adams interviewing John Pilger about the Wiki-leaks thing, which was all over mass-media and the internet for a while, but has since vanished like a fog bank in full sun.  I heard Pilger say something about “passports” and only a couple days ago I discovered that former prime minister Kevin Rudd had expelled the chief Australian Mossad (Israeli version of CIA) officer because they had been forging Australian passports or something like this.  Since the Israelis have no less presence, power, or ruthlessness in Australia than anywhere else in the world, this would explain why Rudd was eliminated so quickly and replaced with an extremely “Judaeo-friendly” Gillard regime.  Coup du jour anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Sue also shared with us a very disturbing piece of information.  The governing bodies of the whole Perth region have somehow decided to…get this…pump waste water from Perth back down into the giant aquifer that lies beneath a large portion of south-west WA supposedly to preclude increased salinification at the surface, on farm land.  The story goes that when the aquifer levels begin to drop, the salinity levels at the surface increase, and because Perth sucks out so much water from this subterranean reserve, the salinity of soils across south-west WA is rapidly increasing.  What better solution to salinity than pumping waste water into the aquifer where all your fresh drinking water comes from, permanently contaminating it. This is very much like dumping sewage into your town’s reservoir of drinking water, or maybe even adding sodium fluoride to it!  It’s all poison and guaranteed to cause immense damage to human health…by design, one must presume.  Sue was incredulous that officials could possibly concoct such a plan;  it only makes sense if the underlying agenda is indeed one oriented towards decreasing human health and therefore longevity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    One day we caught a ride with Sue into Pemberton and Liesbet and I walked through the nice caravan park where we’d stayed a couple times, visited the huge old sequoia tree we’d visited before, and walked a few kilometres of the Bibbulman track, a walk of several hundred kilometres running from Albany, following the coast to west of Denmark, then heading inland and running through Balingup to terminate north-east of Perth.  Some day we hope to walk a much greater portion of this track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After a couple relaxing days of watching Sue’s massive Angus bull Colin eat his way through half of a hay-stack, with his head buried up to his neck, and fending off what seemed like mild-mannered ghosts in the old house…when we have occasionally felt “presences” like that, we always wonder if it had something to do with Europeans who had died or been ill there, or if the “energies” might be aboriginal in origin…no way to tell, but the feeling was distinctly there.  Sue invited us to join her and her friend on their walk along the coast, something we really would have liked to do, but we ended up deciding to go ahead and leave, just because we had a lot of ground to cover and with a time-line we had to adhere to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;TWO DAYS TO NORSEMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The next morning we packed up and carried it all down her long drive-way to our hitching spot by the road.  This is the main highway that runs from Perth to Albany, through deep forest in general, and is quite a nice drive.  But right at this intersection, where the road to Pemberton turned off, road construction was under way, as it is in so many places around Australia.  The usual components were all there:  the over-weight guy holding the “stop/go” sign, using the skills he obtained a degree for at TAFE, and talking on his mobile phone most of the time;  a guy sitting in a dump-truck with the motor running, doing nothing;  several other flo-yellow-vested workers mainly standing around talking;  and a couple other ones coming and going in trucks or utes with all kinds of lights, antennas, and other attachments on them.  Some of them seemed to be “perving” on Liesbet…or was it me?  You never know these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Then there were the people in the cars.  We were standing right beside where they all had to stop when the guy held up the “stop” sign;  consequently, every one of them had to stare at us like we were the footy game.  It’s at times like this that I wish I had a t-shirt that says “F*CK OFF” on it!  You know, just to be a step ahead.  The weather was over-cast but quite warm, and zillions of flies were buzzing around us;  over half of all the energy we were expending was to do the “Aussie wave.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Most of the people looked like the usual semi-zombic pseudo-sapiens we were accustomed to encountering, but one really stood out as being truly and unexplainably bizarre:  a woman driving a van wearing a gas-mask.  NOT a white surgical mask, but a full-on gas-mask with the air hoses, filters, etc.  The van didn’t have any “dangerous substances” identification emblems, and we never did figure out what was up.  Luckily, this person didn’t stop to give us a ride.  Maybe she was on her way to release her pay-load in a subway station?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After about an hour a guy named Robbie Williams stopped.  He didn’t start singing to us, but gave us a ride to where the road to Collie turned off.  After a good deal of deliberation, we’d decided not to head east to Norseman via Denmark, Albany and Esperance, which could easily take at least three days, but to head north up to the main highway coming out of Perth, as on this route there would certainly be heaps more long-distance traffic than in the deep south.  From Collie we’d hitch over to Narrogin and up to Northam, on the main road east.  Robbie as it turned out had grown up in Brunswick Junction and knew our intrepid experimental chopper pilot friend Tommy Talbot, and he verified that everything Tommy had told us was fair dinkum.  We already knew this to be the case.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Then a nice musician named Lisa McBeth gave us a ride, and went about 20 kms out of her way to drop us in Collie, a major coal town with both mines and stations generating electricity for Perth and surrounds.  She was pretty onto what was happening, and she, too, was aware of and disturbed by the Perth regional plan to contaminate the aquifer, the Yalingup aquifer I believe it’s called.  For the first little while Collie seemed like an ok place, but then after we kept standing there for an hour then two, and there was no traffic to speak of, we began to wonder if we were doing the right thing.  Often it’s our own excess good vibes that make dismal places or people seem temporarily endurable.      Then, all the people passing by started to look and seem weirder and weirder.  Occasionally someone would blow their horn, as if to annoy us.  All of a sudden it seemed like we were in a…mining town.  We WERE in one.  Somehow it had cloaked itself in illusory good vibes, our own perhaps, but now we were THERE.  And this is a very concrete feeling, when you’re hitch-hiking somewhere where you don’t know anyone, and there’s no where to go, no phone, no nothing.  Brother you’re THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I realize now that this is one of the ways that our guardian angels work…when you start getting creepy vibes from a place it means that you’re supposed to re-navigate your plan and then you’ll be on track with the higher guidance.  This is exactly what happened;  Liesbet looked at the road atlas and discovered that there was a road leading directly from the other side of Collie to Brunswick Junction, which was now not so much where Tommy Talbot was from but where a really nice little caravan park was located right beside a river.  We’d seen it on our way to Balingup and had wished we could stay at it somehow.  So now we set our sites on getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    This meant going to the other side of the road as well as making a new hitching sign.  Not a problem, but still the people looked weird, even suspicious, of us;  and no one was stopping.  Coal dust must affect the brain as well as the lungs, I surmised.  I had seen a cab pass us by before, but there was no public phone that I could see anywhere.  About this time a bloke pulled into his yard directly across from us, so I went over to ask if I could use his phone to ring a cab.  He was quite cool, Colin, I believe, and he offered to give us a lift to the other side of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Within a few minutes of getting there, a nice Dutch chick stopped, Henrike, who was on her way to a class in Bunbury but who, again, went somewhat out of her way to drop us at the little caravan park by the river in Brunswick Junction.  She was quite cool, and a student at Sophia College.  She was studying art and colour therapy, and after we discussed the physiological effects of television, something she was quite interested in, she said that we could stay at the guest quarters at her school for $30 each for the night.  I’m sure we might have had some interesting conversations, but for around $20 or so we figured we could camp in Brunswick, so that’s what we did.  Except for the fat semi-retarded guy who pretended like he worked there, it was a very nice low-key place with willow trees and a river.  Oh yeah, we were right next to the train track, and every time one came past, all through the night, it had to blast its horn.  When we mentioned this to the owner/manager the next morning, she said, “Yeah, someone complained to the railway about the noise so now they do it every time they come by.”  If they’d rung up the head office to thank them for the noise, would they have then stopped?  Does even “reverse psychology” work on chronically moronic bureaucrats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The next morning was beautiful and sunny and we got an early start.  We were now headed directly north back up the way we’d come, and from looking at the map, it seemed that Midlands was our most logical immediate destination.  There we’d be on the main road east.  I wrote “Kalgoorlie” on our sign, which would tell prospective ride-givers we were going on a long haul east;  I didn’t write “Melbourne” just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Our hitching “luck” was still holding at a high plateau of coolness, and within about thirty minutes a dude stopped in his 4wd.  Daryl McLean.  He had so many interesting things to tell us that I have almost a page of notes;  he didn’t want to be filmed so we have no video, but I’ll share the gist of his stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    He actually worked in Collie, presumably at the mine or power station.  But he was also a “prospector” and was on his way to Midlands to get a new metal detector.  He, too, like our friend Arni Balarni, had a bit of “gold fever”, and even had a “nugget” around his neck that was the approximate shape of Tasmania.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    One of the most interesting things he related was how he and some mates had found a place they liked way out in the back of Woop-woop to the east of Perth, near Lake Rason, which is about 400 kms north-east of Kalgoorlie, or about 200 kms east of Laverton.  They built themselves a shack there where they’d go from time to time and just kick back, drink beer, and have a good ole out-back time.  He said that the council who had jurisdiction over the land where they were actually had a huge picture of their shack on the office wall, and had no issues with them being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We started talking about topics of interest that we’d discussed with other people, like the water thing.  He had not yet heard about the plan to dump waste water down into the aquifer beneath Perth, but he believed it was possible.  He already knew about fluoride in drinking water.  He told us about how the big water desalinisation plant near Perth, which we knew about, discharged all its salt directly back into the ocean, just a short distance from where it was located.  This we didn’t know about.  If you’d asked me what I thought happened to the salt which a desalinisation plant removed from ocean water, I would have thought that it might end up as crystals or powder that might be dumped on land somewhere, isolated in an SIF (saline isolation facility) or at least put into shakers or those little white packets for McDonald’s, or possibly utilized for industrial purposes, just like those white mountains you see near Karratha or Dampier.  But I reasoned that the very intelligence behind the pumping of waste water into the aquifer must be the same intelligence behind dumping the salt back into the ocean.  It’s all about salt control.  See, they have to keep the salt from coming to the surface on farm-land, because the farmers might one day realize that they can harvest it themselves and sell it, which would blow the lid off the salt mine markets;  and the powers that be have to continually replenish the ocean salt to provide job security for the desalinisation plant, simultaneously preventing this salt from being used for industry, thereby protecting the salt mine interests.  All this is so crazy, so bizarre, and so stupid that it therefore has a high probability of being true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Since Sue and some of her canine-loving friends had encountered 1080, we asked him about that.  I explained that fluorine was the central ingredient in 1080, the same poison they put into public drinking water supplies.  Darryl then shocked us by relating that way out in the desert where their shack is the DEC had an established practice of killing camels, lacing their meat with 1080, and then dropping it from planes in order to kill dingos.  Darryl had used to be a camel culler himself, but told us that now, instead of killing them, the relevant interests capture the feral camels and sell them to the Arabs, because the Australian ones are free from disease, and the Arab camels are sickly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We were talking about dingos, and I asked if dingos would attack adult humans.  My belief was that in general they would not.  Darryl related, however, that two friends of his were driving a truck across the outback somewhere, and they stopped to sleep for the night.  One of them was wary of the dingos, and slept on top of the truck;  the other guy wasn’t worried so he rolled out his swag under the truck.  In the wee hours he was awakened by several dingos staking him out.  They both quickly jumped into the cab, and said that the dingos started growling and actually jumping onto the bonnet of the truck trying to get at them.  Who knows if they were hungry for pakeha (Maori name for the white man, means “white pig”, apparently quite salty!) meat, or if they were just a visitation of dream-time ancestors come to teach whitey a lesson, or maybe to remind them of the blackfellas their ancestors had possibly murdered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I asked Darryl if he’d ever seen any ufo’s.  This is one of our standard Australian hitch-hiking questions, usually preceded by “So what kind of job is Peter Garrett doing as Minister of the Environment?”  This often leads to a mention of the Min Min lights, which are more of a Queensland phenomenon.  He said he had never seen any unusual optical phenomena, so I asked what might be the freakiest or weirdest thing he’d ever seen.  He thought for a minute and then told us about a feral cat that had been killed by a friend of his that was so big and ferocious that it could have seriously injured a person.  From what he said, it sounded almost sabre-toothed and quite nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    He shared stories about two other Australian animals, the tiger snake and thylacine, or Tasmanian tiger.  We’re familiar with tiger snakes because at Arni’s place on Flinders Island they come right through the house, as you’ve seen if you watched our film The Chronicles of Balarnia.  They are quite venomous, and the ones on Flinders Island are twice as deadly as those on Tasmania proper (kills you twice as fast I guess, and the ones on Chappell Island are thrice more deadly than the regular variety);  we were always careful around them, and very aware that they were around, but never had any problems.  Darryl said that once his father was picking some fruit up in a tree and accidentally disturbed a tiger snake that was up in there.  It bit him, and if it weren’t for an amazing series of circumstances, including an ambulance just happening to be on that block already, he’d be dead as a rat.  As it turned out, he lived but has sustained brain damage leaving him at only around 70%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Darryl also said that some friends of his have video footage that clearly shows what appears to be a thylacine, at low light and in the distance;  but he claims that it had the build, stance and horizontal back-stripes characteristic of this legendary animal, thought to be extinct since what was believed to be the last one died in captivity in Tasmania in the 1930’s.  I think that if I had video footage of a thylacine, I’d probably destroy it before anyone could find out about it;  an army of the biggest jerks known to man would mobilize instantly to try to…“protect” it, right…for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Darryl was a very cool Australian person.  He was fully “Aussie”, (not to sound condescending) yet very aware of a lot of “real-world” issues.  During our discussion about the water contamination issues, he reckoned that the powers that be “are determined to get rid of us all”, and had experience with their disregard for human health or life.  He told of how when he’d been in the air force, one of his jobs had been to clean the fuel tanks of F-111 fighter planes, a job that required him to suit-up and then insert himself into tiny passage-ways armed with pressurized hoses spewing highly toxic methyl-ethyl-something-or-other.  Apparently it soaked through his suit, so now, decades later, he has this debilitating syndrome whereby if he fails to take his medication, the skin all over his body starts dissolving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Finally, he told about a massive new mine that had opened way out in the desert near where his shack is, called Tropicana Anglo-Ashanti.  I told him that historically, WA had no uranium mines but now over one hundred were going to be opening.  He said that in reality, uranium had already been coming out of several mines in WA, it was just that they started out as “nickel” mines, for example;  a scam the mining companies use to dodge taxes is to claim only the least taxable metals, and sell off the high-dollar goods tax-free.  “Hey, mister…that sure is some shiny-looking coal you got in your train there.”  “Roite, miy(t)e, it’s a new kind we discovered called ‘platuminous aurocite.’  It’s got a very low carbon-content.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Darryl dropped us at a servo in Midlands.  We were on the main highway east, but still in a densely populated suburban area.  Hitching from here was futile, as there only curbs, servos, and shopping centres.  We were going to take a cab a few kms up the road, but then we noticed a bus-stop close-by.  Luckily, a bus came in about ten minutes that took us all the way to Mundaring, which was a much better place to hitch from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Where the bus let us off was in the middle of town, and it looked like we were going to have walk about half a km down the hill past the stop-light to get beyond the curb.  As we were standing there thinking, an semi-retarded over-weight old woman comes up and starts telling us, in a somewhat derisive tone, that NO ONE is going to stop and pick up hitch-hikers from the bus-stop here.  I’d been holding the sign just in case, and I started to ask her how she knew this to be the case.  Instead, we just turned our backs on her and finally she ambled off to annoy someone else.  Just as a back-up plan, I was going to make a phone call to the bus-line to see when any might be coming through, but before I could go inside, a girl stopped to get us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Her name was Sabrina.  She’d seen us and turned around and come back to pick us up.  She was pretty cool and was on her way to Merredin to visit her parents for her little brother’s birthday.  She put us down by the road-side on the far side of Merredin about 3 hours later, right across from a caravan park.  She gave us her mobile number and even offered to take us all the way to Kalgoorlie the next day if we were still here.  This was extremely cool of her.  It was highly unlikely that we’d ever ask anyone to do that much driving just for us, but it was inspiring to know that someone cared enough to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The day was late, and after an hour or two of standing there, we decided to call it a day, camp out across the street, and get an early start.  The next morning we were out there bright and early, probably around 7 a.m.  Behind us was a pull-over area where trucks would stop and sit for a while.  A white tanker-truck had been sitting there for a while, and when the driver came back, we scrutinized him from afar.  He seemed to be ok.  The day before we’d turned down a ride with another truck-driver going to Kalgoorlie, who we didn’t feel comfortable with.  But this guy was ok, especially after we talked to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    His name was Michael, and he was originally from England but lived in Perth now.  He was a lot like Roy Humfrey, the Gin Gin potato farmer, in that he was both aware of and interested in the goings-on behind the scenes in the “real” world.  You know, the stuff that unaware people disparagingly refer to as “conspiracy theory”, as if to imply that it’s this stuff that’s the bullshit, not the mainstream news.  Once in Tasmania, a friend of ours asked, “Jeff, do you believe in the conspiracy theory?”  Note that she said “the.”  As if there was just one unified plot that covered it all.  Aside from being what I consider to be Mel Gibson’s best (and only decent) film, “conspiracy theory” is not a phrase I use.  I might explain to people the etymological root of “conspiracy”, which is Latin, “conspirare”, meaning “to breathe together.”  Beyond that, I just say that what I’m pursuing is the reality behind the appearances, and to create awareness about how appearances are used systematically and scientifically to hide the reality.  It’s at this point that I lose most people, who’d rather talk about “conspiracy theory” because it’s a little simpler and easier to assimilate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Michael, fortunately, is a truth-seeker and has a “conspiracy-theorist friend” (who turns out to be his wife, actually, we think!) who’s pretty onto it all.  Because of her, a lot of the stuff I talked about was already in his field of view.  I did jot down…in “truck-scrawl”…if you’ve ever tried hand-writing from inside a moving cab, you know what I mean…it all the same, it’s huge and looks like it was done by a cross-eyed simian with two fingers…the names of several books, films and web-sites that I reckoned were excellent sources of valid information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The truck he was driving was a new kind of tanker that was carrying ammonium nitrate, a precursor substance for the high explosives used in mining.  It was a warm liquid in the tank.  The truck itself ran on a combination of liquefied gas and diesel, I believe using the diesel to ignite the cleaner-burning gas.  It was a more complex design, and not yet as fool-proof as a standard diesel engine, but they are coming into greater and greater use.  If we were suddenly to find ourselves within an actual modern mine site, we would probably be just as amazed and disturbed as we might be if we found ourselves inside a modern air-force base, with the degree of high-tech this and that, the automation, macrophilia and robotulism that would be rampant.  Neither the military or the mining industry has ever been restrained by lack of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Michael was headed for Kalgoorlie, by far the largest mining town in all of Australia.  It’s surrounded by gold fields and thousands if not tens of thousands of mine sites of every size and description.  We’d never been through there before except on the “mighty” Indian-Pacific a couple times.  It was always at night, and it always seemed pretty depressing, just one long street of shops, pubs and brothels.  Half the chicks on the street looked like hookers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We knew that Arni had a good friend there named Hamdi, and that it was possible that Arni might be around, although it was more likely that he was at his gold-mine property a few hundred kms to the north near Wiluna.  After we scrutinized the atlas, we realized that the main highway doesn’t actually go through Kalgoorlie but cuts south at Coolgardie.  So this is where Michael let us off, to continue hitching to Norseman in preparation for the journey across the Nullarbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    This was early to mid-afternoon in summer in the outback of western Australia.  All of a sudden we realized that not only were we not in Kansas any more, we were not in the southwest any more, but in the full-on desert.  Plus, there was almost zero traffic.  A nice Kiwi woman named Tanya had pulled over just as Michael was letting us out, and gave us a short ride in the taxi-van she was driving around the bend onto the road to Norseman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Almost all of the minimal traffic seemed to be passing us by, going either to Kalgoorlie or coming from it.  The extremely few vehicles that passed us by had to be going to Norseman, or so we thought, but none stopped.  Later we noticed that there were a lot of mines along this stretch of road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After a couple hours of shrivelling in the sun and wondering what we were going to do, as there was no taxi in this town and the closest caravan park was a km or so away, which we’d have to do on foot in the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We renavigated a little and carried our gear back to the intersection so that vehicles going to Kalgoorlie would now see us as well.  We considered going there for the night, but really didn’t want to.  Liesbet walked down to the road-house a few hundred meters to get information on the caravan park situation.  I’d been wishing that Tanya would come by again, so that we could ask her advice or assistance, and low and behold, she did!  She graciously gave us her mobile number and said that if we were still there in an hour that she’d come get us and take us to the good caravan park, and not only that, that in the morning she didn’t have anything to do but would have the company vehicle, and that she’d run us down to Norseman, about an hour and a half away.  How cool was that?  We were surely being looked after from above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    But, even cooler, before much longer a Trans WA bus came along, and when I held up our “Melbourne” sign he actually stopped.  I ran up to talk to the driver.  We knew Trans WA was good and affordable, but we only had about $60 in cash on us and weren’t sure if that was enough.  Brian the driver said it would only be $38 for both of us, and he walked back and helped us carry our gear to the bus. We gave him a painted rock to say thanks for being nice enough to stop and get us.  I doubt that any Greyhound bus-driver would have done that. Once we were rolling, we asked him if he knew Roger Goring, a really cool Trans WA bus-driver who’d we’d ridden with a couple years earlier.  He’d let us watch Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail on the bus, as we were the only passengers except for one Japanese girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Brian said he knew Roger well, and that Roger had just brought a book back from Russia for him.  Roger, you see, when he’s not driving for Trans WA, takes tour groups to eastern/Asian countries.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    When we got to Norseman, the bus stopped for a meal break, and Liesbet and I started to unload our gear.  We already knew how to get to the caravan park a few hundred meters down the road.  We asked Brian how much we owed him and he told us to come over and look as if we were paying, but that he wasn’t going to charge us anything!  How cool was this?  Very cool indeed.  So we gave him all three of our films, and asked if he could share the latest two with Roger, as he already had Cryo 2008, and had even asked if he could show it on his bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The day was late and we were pretty tired from a long hot day of hitching that had begun 500 kms west around 5:30 a.m. in Merredin.  Brian was kind enough to stop the bus right in front of the caravan park and saved us walking all that way fully loaded.  He had to come that way, anyway, but, as before, this was a nice gesture that he probably wasn’t even “supposed” to do.  Thank goodness for people who do nice things they weren’t “supposed” to!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We set up camp after a brief encounter with the first “corporate” caravan-park person we’d met in quite a while.  It had been since Kalbarri weeks earlier that we’d had to pay $30 for an unpowered tent site.  This chick was fully slappable, and then she asked us NOT to set up our tent on the grass.  I instantly said, somewhat indignantly, “Hey, so you’re charging us $30 for a piece of ground and we’re not even allowed to go on the GRASS?  That’s pretty ridiculous.”  It’s not like we were worried about being on grass or not, where we’d just come from, grass on an unpowered tent site was about as likely to be seen as a thylacine or people who weren’t affiliated with the mining industry.  But it was the principle of the thing:  when you’re forking out money for an unpowered tent site, what is it exactly that you ARE paying for?  Oxygen?  Gravity?  “Hospitality”?  Right.  The only thing you’re actually paying for, other than possibly the “security” of being inside a fence and on a property where you’re actually allowed to camp, is a few watts of electricity, if you happen to “have” a shower (unless of course it’s one of the new breed of places where you have to pay for showers separately, via “gold coin donation.”) or boil the jug for coffee, if indeed they even have a jug, or even a kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The chick conceded her grassious prohibition, and then said, “Oh, ok, you’ll only be there for one night, right?”  Gee, thanks lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We’d camped here before, and even though there was one tiny patch of grass that was trying hard to grow, although it didn’t look like it was getting any water, a lot of ground was covered with bark from the trees which was actually nice to camp on.  So we stayed OFF her grass anyway!  We celebrated making it to Norseman that day, as in Coolgardie it had seemed unlikely to happen, by having a couple Cooper’s and some of the great doobage that had been our travelling companion for a while.  I’d set out for the pub to get our beer which was about 1.5 kms into town, but ran into a bloke coming out of the shop who greeted me with “What’s up, brutha?”  He seemed like a cool person, so I asked him, if he was driving, if I gave him a painted rock, if he could run me down to the pub to get some beer and back.  Norseman has no taxi, and normally I’m not reluctant to walk 3 kms for beer, but it was getting dark and this would have taken me 45 minutes on foot.  He was quite happy to help out, and loved his rock.  He even said that if we were ever in Mandurah that we could come and stay.  In the pub there was a very cool vibe of the “old Australia” as it was a couple weeks before Christmas, everyone seemed in good cheer and some Slim Dusty played on the juke box.  The chick working there was even so nice that after I paid for the beer, and asked if I might be able to buy a couple vegetables from them, as the grocery was closed, that she took me back to the kitchen and gave us a whole heap of stuff!  How cool was that?  Very cool indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ACROSS THE NULLARBOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    If you’re an uninitiated hitch-hiker, and/or not in the right frame of mind, even the thought of hitch-hiking across the Nullarbor could be unsettling.  We’d done it twice before, first from west to east, in 2007, and had actually gotten our ride with a trucker named Gary in less than ten minutes of talking to drivers getting fuel.  We made it to Adelaide in less than 24 hours, a distance of over 2000 kms.  Gary’s the guy who kept insisting that the story told in the crap movie Wolf Creek was true…but it wasn’t him!  The second time was a longer trip time-wise from Port Augusta to Norseman in 2009 with a young guy whose car over-heated three times on the way but we made it safely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    We got out to our hitching site fairly early the next morning, but not too early.  It’s hard to second-guess what the traffic flow is going to be in remote Australia. We knew that trucks tended to leave out of Perth headed east on certain days, but we didn’t know what days those were.  We also knew there’d be at least sporadic tourist traffic, as well as “non-tourist” drivers, alone or with company.  We already knew that a trucker was likely to be our best option, but we positioned ourselves so that any vehicle leaving out of Norseman going east could see us.  It’s a tricky place to hitch out of because there’s several small roads and access-lanes to and from the servo parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    Physically and psychologically we were ready and in full hitching form.  We’d gotten a good night’s sleep and had been riding on a wave of enhanced hitching “luck” since Northhampton really.  “The force” was with us.  No matter what, though, when you’re standing there trying to get one ride that’s going to take you well over 1500 kms minimum, you can’t help to be a little anxious at who that ride might be.  After all, between Norseman and Ceduna, South Australia, the next town of any size whatsoever, is a span of around 1500 kms.  There are several extremely small “towns” in there, and a few road-houses, but nowhere you’d particularly want to get let out to find another ride.  Even with close to 400,000 kms of hitch-hiking under my thumb, there’s still an unsuppressible program in my brain that insists on running through at least a small number of undesirable possibilities, just for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    The Nullarbor is a legendary place, so-called for it’s lack of trees.  This is really only the case, however, for a distance of a few hundred kms, depending on exactly how you define “tree.”  And the “town” of Nullarbor as well as the Nullarbor Regional Reserve are in South Australia, whose border is more than half-way to Ceduna from Norseman.  This is wide-open country where almost no one lives.  And it’s got what is supposedly the longest absolutely straight stretch of highway at least in Australia, and maybe in the world, a strip that’s just like a gun-barrel running for about 160 kms as I remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    I am reminded of the time we met Capt. Paul Watson, aka Sea Shepherd, in Mechelen in Belgium in 2008.  I was telling him how we’d been hitch-hiking around Australia and his response was “I have a mate who used to drive a truck there.  He says that the Nullarbor is so flat that you could run off the road and never even know it.”  Those were pretty much his exact words, but, unfortunately, it’s complete bullshit.  I don’t know of anywhere in Australia where you could run off the road while driving and not know it, unless you were drunk or asleep.  Later on we learned that Watson is the source of a lot more bulshit than just road stories from Australian mates, but we won’t go into that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After a nice box of breakfast chips and a good deal of indecision about where exactly to stand…ideally some shade would be nice…we went over across the road to the east-bound side, not too far past the servo, so that pretty much all traffic could see us, even trucks coming out from the back parking lot.  The traffic wasn’t heavy, but steady;  most of it was, in fact, trucks, but many of them pulled into the parking lot for an indefinite amount of time.  When we saw a truck pull in, we had no way of knowing if they were stopping for fuel, a piss-stop, or if they were going to have a few hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    After maybe an hour of checking out each truck, wondering if I should go over and talk to the driver or not, doing this a few times with no luck, finally one comes by and the driver waved at us.  Obviously a friendly gesture, as most of them didn’t seem to even see us.  I saw him park and sit there filling out his log-book most likely.  I gave him a few minutes, then went over to see what the deal was.  His name was Leith and he was in fact going to Adelaide.  He said that he had a couple drops to make on the way, but that they wouldn’t take long and were not off the main route, and that we’d be welcome to go with him.  He seemed cool enough…maybe not the friendliest person in the world but certainly not the unfriendliest.  If it was good enough for Liesbet, it was good enough for me.  He added that when he left he was going to stop and get us anyway, even if I hadn’t come over to talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    About 30 minutes later he pulled his truck over to where we were and we loaded in all our massive amount of gear.  Ye
