Caspar Brace, Mullumbimby
I’ve just finished reading The Sydney Wars, the true story from historical records of the very beginning of whitefella Australia.
It was a rort from the very beginning.
Until we as a culture acknowledge our past patterns there is Buckley’s chance of our changing and adapting to what is coming down the line.
We all live in bubbles, and sadly most of them are going to burst at once.
The truth is simple: if we aren’t living in a way that supports our ecological matrix then we are damaging it – irrevocably.
If you aren’t part of the reality-based solutions then you are still a post-industrial parasite, sucking away life on Earth.
But do not fret – you CAN change, and you CAN learn; trust me. Your inner nature is arguably one of the most exquisitely majestic creations in this dimension of existence.
Throw away attachment to who you think you are; embrace your profoundly creative and collaborative spirit and join those who have already stepped away from older paradigms.
The time is upon us to choose life, or sudden cataclysmic change.
The current cultural norm of single-bottom-line corptocracy is the rort writ large – and let us all acknowledge our part as we are the engine and the fuel!
Stop taking as though it is your right. Stop wasting lives of animals and ecosystems because you like milk, cheese, flake… whatever.
We as a species need to drop into the mess we have inherited and colluded with.
What to do?
Plant trees, talk to strangers, sing your heart out, express your horror and terror, share your love – wake up to the miracle of your life. Give up the old story of who you think you are.
Whitefella dreaming is a nightmare for almost every single human being and the whole earth.
Let’s join hands with the custodians of love and connectivity; let’s become the one mob known as humanity.
Let’s lead ourselves, and all of our lost cultures back to the garden.
We don’t need nuclear here. We don’t need NSW gasfields. We can’t sell our artesian basins to anyone.
Let’s stand up and demand that the boys step away from the trough of entitlement.
For our own hearts and our children’s children’s children.
Before we can adapt we need to acknowledge the cause.
We are still in time.
Let’s use it as best we know how – and if we don’t know how, let’s ask for help.
Go, humanity. Unleash our self-imposed chains of servitude to those heartless creatures that rule from on high.
Go local, be real – turn up here and now. What an adventure!
Here’s active hoping.
For four decades The Echo has printed the stories some people loved, some people hated, and some pretended not to read. If you want us to keep telling the truth, the real truth, not the sugar-coated version. We’ll need your support to keep the presses rolling. 
