Our ancestors would be rolling in their graves at what our generation are doing and how we are NOT managing the planet. At the risk of sounding like a new ager, I probably am already sounding that way. My Dad walked the land and sang its song.
I moved to Central Victoria in the early eighties and bought cheap acreage which had been bastardised and brutalised, first by mining and then by the timber cutters. It had a small basic cabin. No water, power or toilet. I was broken and so was the land.
I was in a book shop in Castlemaine, a book just dropped off the shelf at my feet, written by Rudolf Steiner, never heard of him. It was about renewing and respecting the land. I read the book and I couldn’t put it down. I got hold of some BD500 and made it up in an old copper and then sprayed it all over the land. I even had a taste of the stuff and thought maybe it could help me too.
The second year, I had the land ripped with a special gentle plough to open it up and used BD 500 again. The third year doing this, some of the local farmers were sitting outside my boundary in their utes looking at the land shaking their heads in disbelief. They were wondering how the hell anything could grow on that piece of useless land no one wanted. Only one farmer tried BD500 on a patch of land he said wouldn’t grow anything and waited for it to fail. It didn’t. The next year he did what I had done while the land and I healed together.
I could and did grow most of my own tucker all year around. I unknowingly created a suitable environment to grow even in the dead of winter, by planting in a fully enclosed veggie garden behind two 10,000 gallon water tanks, facing north. I had goats for milk, chooks for eggs and lots of veggies, fish in the dams and good clean water. Completely solar and wind. A place where I could be still, relax and renew. That restoration project changed me.
The question is: what are we prepared to do to bring back and repair the damage, the bastardisation and rape of the land. Gaia is our home and it is the only one we have. We are the problem. We can keep culling and destroying the animals and other species but we won’t repair anything unless we change ourselves, our destructive habits through ignorance, greed and laziness.
We will pay for what we have done. No long term planning in our thinking and more about people in power keeping their bums on a seat in a parliamentary chamber somewhere. Its not just in the west its happening everywhere now. It doesn’t have to be through crisis and chaos we learn but it seems to be the only way we learn and take notice.