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So here are my experiences of this path. Long. Sorry.

I, once feeling the alienation of young ego, in a culture that sets a young male from a single mum off into the world, kind of lost but kind of on his knees too. The individual. The seeker -barely 21. The city suffices for a time. It brings the energy of a million engines running on the oil of the middle east. It offers nightclubs, hip hop, cafes, art, street graffiti, cars, late nights and lights that block the stars and never go out. It gives a constant dull roar of internal combustion engines as the backdrop to everything, so you will never hear your own heartbeat. Eventually it wears you down if you have ever lived in country.

My break came when re-entering the thinking of the permaculture devotee ( I was already running a city business installing edible gardens ). 'Get out while you still can' it said to me. My heart. I was afraid to listen to it. I had no money. I had no way to secure a bank loan. I discovered that with my girlfriend we could work toward 20 thousand dollars that would give us the deposit required to go in business with the mafia banking cartel. We could only buy a 10 acre abandoned gold mine site 130 kms from Melbourne. We bought it and for nearly 20 years I have been forming real and growing relationships with all the animals and plants that have survived the ecological holocaust of 1851 to 1860 that was the gold rush. I know them and they know me. Sometimes we fight. Sometimes we get on. We know what to expect of each other. The kangaroos would not listen and I have to take half the property back from them by fence. I have friends who do as I do out here and we are resisting the convenience of city-slavery as best we can. Odd jobs, firewood cutting, pickling, chicken killing, consulting, sly-grog making and raising kids straddled as they are between snap chat and the forest of anonymity. It is a good life and I am glad to be part of the resistance. There is countless more to tell but my story is not more important than your story.

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Good stuff! These bits stood out to me (all Mark Josephs):

“Our leaders are utterly hypocritical – preaching greenness while genetically modifying our food and spraying our skies; and preaching freedom and equality while continuously tightening the grip of centralised, absolute, impersonal, digital control.”

“The dominant, modern, global culture has detached itself from reality – from the indefinable Mystery of which we are all part – and is therefore definably insane”.

“It is somehow unclear to us that we have been domesticated, and set to work on tasks without meaning, that we have been individualised – that we have been addicted to superficial escapism – and that the cities are our reservations.”

“Our existential insecurity and sense of separation create an inner state of disempowerment, making us easy to control, manipulate and exploit.”

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