I read the book years ago and thoroughly enjoyed it. Now there is the movie playing on Amazon and it reminded me of the nine insights . . . following are the nine with a brief explanation.
A new spiritual awakening is occurring in human culture, an awakening brought about by a critical mass of individuals who experience their lives as a spiritual unfolding, a journey in which we are led forward by mysterious coincidences. (synchronicity)
This awakening represents the creation of a new, more complete worldview, which replaces a five-hundred-year-old preoccupation with secular survival and comfort. While this technological preoccupation was an important step, our awakening to life coincidences is opening us up to the real purpose of human life on this planet and the real nature of our universe. (We are learning in large numbers that we are powerful spirit beings)
We now experience that we live not in a material universe but in a universe of dynamic energy. Everything extant is a field of sacred energy that we can sense and intuit. Moreover, we humans can project our energy by focusing of attention in the desired direction (“where attention goes energy flows”), influencing other energy systems and increasing the pace of coincidences in our lives. (the discovery of our energy field (or Chi) is a great leap forward for mankind as it struggles for balance)
Too often humans cut themselves off from the greater source of this energy and so feel weak and insecure. To gain energy we tend to manipulate or force others to give us attention and thus energy. When we successfully dominate others in this way, we feel more powerful, but they are left weakened and often fight back. Competition for scarce human energy is the cause of all conflict between people. (we need only to learn that our energy field (chi) grows by sharing with others through acts of kindness)
Insecurity and violence end when we experience an inner connection with divine energy within, a connection described by the mystics of all traditions. A sense of lightness buoyancy and the constant sensation of love are measures of this connection. If these measures are present, the connection is real. If not, it is only pretended. (Once we allow ourselves to strongly link to our spirit reality our worldview drastically changes)
The more we stay connected, the more we are acutely aware of those times when we lose connection, usually when we are under stress. In these times, we can see our own particular way of stealing energy from others. Once our manipulations are brought to personal awareness, our connection becomes more constant and then we can discover our own growth path in life, and our spiritual mission, the personal way we can contribute to the world. (We have finally given up the gamery of religion and taken up the reality of our spiritual awakening.)
Knowing our personal mission further enhances the flow of mysterious coincidences as we are guided toward our destinies. First we have a question, then dreams, day dreams, and intuitions lead us toward the answers, which usually are synchronistically provided by the wisdom of another human being. (We learn to discern the still, small, voice from the usual constant babble taking place in our heads)
We can increase the frequency of guiding coincidences by uplifting every person that comes into our lives. Care must be taken not to lose our inner connection in romantic relationships. Uplifting others is especially effective in groups where each member can feel the energy of all the others. With children it is extremely important to their early security and growth. By seeing the beauty in every face we lift others into their wisest self and increase the chances of hearing synchronistic message. (make sure that we leave each person we come in contact with a blessing instead of a curse. We must be very care we do not judge others by our perceptions.)
As we all evolve toward the best completion of our spirit missions, the technological means of survival will be fully automated as humans focus instead on synchronic growth. Such growth will move humans into ever-high energy states, ultimately transforming our bodies into spiritual form and uniting this dimension of existence with the afterlife dimension, ending the cycle of birth and death. (as the world around us decends deeper into darkness these nine insights will become brighter. There was a time when we had to fight our way along this path in one’s and two’s, but now current events are pushing us forward in vast numbers. Once the balance has shifted in our favor, then, and only then, will this planet know peace.)
James Redfield and Carol Adrienne, The Celestine Prophecy: An Experiential Guide (New York, NY: Warner Books, 1995), pp. xv-xviii.
We should be made aware that all is not doom and gloom in today’s world and that many of these forms are at work right now and available to any of us who will slow down long enough to listen for them.
My reply(and one I truly believe MUST be done)
I would argue that if were we to lose the means to generate electricity, which would basically be equivalent to starting over, we would still have the mental resources to forward us onto a different model using different means to live and survive on this planet.
The benefit to the planet would be enormous also as:
1. There would be a huge die off of the human species as the God force (we pretend to understand but don’t) brings us back into balance with the rest of the natural world.
2. Those who overcome and remain will be forced to give way to the industrial/technological/scientific rush-to-total-extinction path we are now on as we will be far more concerned about mere survival.
4. I see humanity finally being forced back onto the track for which it was created in the first place. . . the one we deserted in the metaphor of the Garden of Eden. We were lured away by the lust for knowledge before we evolved wise enough to utilize her in a productive way.
5. Finally, rather than going back to the middle ages, I see a wizened up mankind adopting stuff like the Tesla theory of free electricity and forgetting the corporate (for profit) model all together, as well as all this other nationalistic (us vs. them) nonsense we live by . . .
I see one world . . . without church . . . without government . . . reigned in by a spiritual force we finally understand. . . .
OH they may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one . . . Imagine.
like Dylan said . . . “the times they are a-changin” see if you can wrap your head around this:
“The great sadness is not the passing of a people; it is our failure to remember, our failure to bring forward the knowledge, our failure to consecrate the wisdom and so redeem the sacrifice of those who came before us.” Paul Myburgh – The Bushman Winter Has Come.
The quality of listening determines the quality of speaking . . . and modern man has forgotten how to listen. . . Paul Myburg
When no one listens to the other we end in chaos . . . and guess what?
The other day my daughter was telling me about a yoga friend of hers who is a professional astrologer, teacher and writer. I asked her to get me a reading while he was in town and (of course), she forgot and I didn’t get my reading.
Anyway, who among us that lived during the hippie days didn’t know their sign? . . . or that usually when meeting a chick the first question you asked was, “what’s your sign?” Continue reading
If there is any it will come from the children . . .
this will be one of the ways we will operate in the world.
First we must educate or destroy the current systems that feed on power and profit and has absolutely no understanding of what being “alive” actually means . . .
We were sitting at the rented beach house one evening last week when my daughter, out of the blue, asks, “Dad, tell me about when you were in the military.”
“Ummm, no, how about I tell you about the hippie days, that was much more interesting.”
She kept pressing about the army. . . I kept himhawing around. My attempt to find a funny story or two fell short. I just wanted to change the subject.
At 72 I am so detached from the kid who loved the rush of jumping out of planes and blowing shit up that I find it all kinda embarrassing . . . and for a certainty I did nothing that I am particularly proud of.
Chris Hedges was a war correspondent for something like 15 years. He knows war like most never will and he defines it better than anybody I’ve ever read.
He wrote a book entitled War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning . . . the following is taken from this highly recommended read about the false glory and the bullshit of war.
Let me have a war, says I: It exceeds peace as far as day
Does night; it’s spritely, waking, audible, full of vent.
Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull’d deaf, sleepy,
Insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war is a
Destroyer of men.
(exerpt from Chapter Four)
The myth of war entices us with the allure of heroism. But the images of war handed to us, even when they are graphic, leave out the one essential element of war- fear. There is, until the actual moment of confrontation, no cost to imaginary glory. The visual and audio effects of films, the battlefield descriptions in books, make the experience appear real. In fact the experience is sterile. We are safe. We do not smell rotting flesh, hear the cries of agony, or see before us blood and entrails seeping out of bodies. We view, from a distance, the rush, the excitement, but feel none of the awful gut wrenching anxiety and humiliation that come with mortal danger. It takes the experience of fear and the chaos of battle, the deafening and disturbing noise, to wake us up, to make us realize that we are not who we imagined we were, that war as displayed by the entertainment industry might, in most cases, as well be ballet. But even with this I have seen soldiers in war try to recreate the fiction of war, especially when a television camera is around to record the attempted heroics. The result is usually pathetic.
The prospect of war is exciting. Many young men, schooled in the notion that war is the ultimate definition of manhood, that only in war will they be tested and proven, that they can discover their worth as human beings in battle, willingly join the great enterprise. The admiration of the crowd, the high-blown rhetoric, the chance to achieve the glory of the previous generation, the idea of nobility beckon us forward. And people, ironically, enjoy righteous indignation and an object upon which to unleash their anger. War usually starts with collective euphoria.
It is all the more startling that such fantasy is believed, given the impersonal slaughter of modern industrial warfare. I saw high explosives fired from huge distances in the Gulf war reduce battalions of Iraqis to scattered corpses. Iraqi soldiers were nothing more on the screens of sophisticated artillery pieces than little dots scurrying around like ants – that is, until they were blasted away. Bombers dumped tons of iron fragmentation bombs on them. Our tanks, which could outdistance their Soviet -built counterparts, blew iraqi armored units to a standstill. Helicopters hovered above units like angels of death in the sky. Here there was no pillage, no warlords, no collapse of unit discipline, but the cold and brutal efficiency of industrial warfare waged by well – trained and highly organized professional soldiers. It was a potent reminder why most European states and America live in such opulence and determine the fate of so many others. We equip and train the most efficient killers on the planet.
But even in the new age of warfare we cling to to the outdated notion of the single hero able to carry out daring feats of courage on the battlefield. Such heroism is about as relevant as mounting bayonet or cavalry charges. But peddling the myth of heroism is essential, maybe even more so now, to entice soldiers into war. Men in modern warefare are in service to technology. Many combat veterans never actually see the people they are firing at nor those firing at them, and this is true even in low – insurgencies.
To be sure, soldiers who kill innocents pay a tremendous personal emotional and spiritual price. But within the universe of total war, equipped with weapons that can kill hundreds or thousands of people in seconds, soldiers only have time to reflect later.
By then these soldiers often have been discarded, left as broken men in a civilian society that does not understand them and does not want to understand them.
The other day I went into a shoe store to buy a pair of running shoes. I found a pair of Reebok’s and bought them after I saw that they were made in Vietnam. All I could think was how I wanted to give some business to the people we were so stupid to start a war with in the first place. We sent 50 + thousand of our kids to their death over there . . . for what? Now we are friends and trading partners (something that Ho Chi Minh wanted in the first place) I STILL don’t get it . . .
Who are these homeless people anyways? Folks down on their luck who have just fallen through the cracks? Drunken bums? Drug addicts? Criminals? What does the rank and file in this empty faced army consist of? Do we even care? . . . or do we just want these losers to disappear from our streets so we don’t have to look at them.
As I see it the only difference between ‘us and them’ is that the homeless, for whatever reason, lost all their stuff. Therefore since we judge one anothers worth by the amount of stuff we possess, these people are deemed worthless.
This ‘haves and have nots’ attitude is so screwed up on so many levels that it is hard to even write about it. The changes it will take to actually create the society we love to brag about are almost insurmountable . . . but not quite.
Many years ago in this country we were snookered into believing that a monkey dressed in a three piece suit was no longer a monkey. Even if he had lied and cheated, even if he had killed to get that suit, it didn’t matter as much as the fact he possessed it.
Today we have a corporate owned government in this country filled with psychopaths and charlatans every bit as evil as the homeless thugs who enjoy strong arming other homeless persons as they sleep under a bridge. The only difference between the two classes of thugs is that the official has learned to cloak himself in respectability and hide in plain sight while his brother hunkers in the shadows. We need to break the spell . . . we need to wake up and get our priorities in order.
I got out of the military sometime in the mid 60’s, came home to the States and got a factory job right away. In those days hundreds of men physically manned the steel mills that ran three shifts 24/7. A large majority of these guys were black. It wasn’t too many years later that computerized machines were introduced into the factories and a steady shrinking of the work force began.
The black communities were hit very hard. Unable to find work the men lost their pride, they became drunks and druggies in order to cope. Many lost their family ties and ended up living in the streets. The army of the homeless began to grow in size.
Many soldiers came home from the war with PTSD and problems that drove them into the streets. The army of the homeless was strengthened. They say 30% of today’s homeless are veterans.
A 1985 report from Los Angeles estimated that 30% to 50% of homeless persons were seriously mentally ill. The study concluded that this was in part the product of the deinstitutionalization movement….The streets had become the asylums of the 80s.
So, basically we have three main reasons for homelessness: Loss of employment, veterans and their PTSD, the release of mentally ill through the deinstitutionalization movement. There are many others . . . and the army of the hopeless grows.
Today there are countless numbers of people who, although they are fine at the moment, are living off credit and only a couple days away from the streets themselves. It’s scary in America these days and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better.
You know, you’d think this country, especially since the corporate takeover at least, would begin to realize that coming up with a solution to the homeless problem would be GOOD for business. Remember what happened to the rich and powerful in Russia’s Bolshevik revolution? (see Dr. Zhivago)
Globalization may not be a bad thing, but just dumping our citizenry overboard for cheap off country labor and a higher profit margin to the corporation is so short sighted that I have to wonder just how intelligent the CEO actually is. As is, when he/she takes the podium I’m having a hard time seeing nothing but Cheeta in a three piece suit.
“There are thousands and thousands of people out there leading lives of quiet, screaming desperation, where they work long, hard hours at jobs they hate to enable them to buy things they don’t need to impress people they don’t like.”
― Nigel Marsh
“Damn weeds! Johnny . . . go get me the Roundup, I’m gonna kill this yellow bastard!! I hate dandelions !!! Hate em!” . . . And the beat goes on in every middle class allotment in the country.
There are whole industries built up around killing the dandelion. Just what is it that these little fellows have done to garner such contempt?
From University of Maryland medical site:
While many people think of the dandelion (Taraxacum officinale)as a pesky weed, it’s chock full of vitamins A, B, C, and D, as well as minerals such as iron, potassium, and zinc. Dandelion leaves are used to add flavor to salads, sandwiches, and teas. The roots are used in some coffee substitutes, and the flowers are used to make wines.
In the past, dandelion roots and leaves were used to treat liver problems. Native Americans also boiled dandelion in water and took it to treat kidney disease, swelling, skin problems, heartburn, and upset stomach. In traditional Chinese medicine, dandelion has been used to treat stomach problems, appendicitis, and breast problems, such as inflammation or lack of milk flow. In Europe, it was used in remedies for fever, boils, eye problems, diabetes, and diarrhea.
So far, there have not been any good quality scientific studies on dandelion. Today, the roots are mainly used to stimulate the appetite, and for liver and gallbladder problems. Dandelion leaves are used as a diuretic to help the body get rid of too much fluid.
So . . . we kill medicinal plants in order to have the perfect green yard that our kids or dogs can’t even play on because of the poison we PAID to have applied to it? How f..ing stupid is that?
This is a perfect example to show just how ‘mind controlled’ we are in this country and to what length human beings can be led by a good PR program. Truth be known, if we find ourselves believing such nonsense, someone has already washed our brain of common sense and replaced it with their own contrived version of reality.
Walk into any upper class allotment on a hot summer day and what greets you first? The scent of cooking foods? The shouts and laughter of children? Music or any other sounds of life? What greets you first in the American middle/upper class allotment is dead quiet and the stench of lawn chemicals. Home sweet home or . . . hell stinky hell?
How much are you paying some service to keep your lawn perfect and green for you? How does it make you feel when you walk proudly about on your perfectly groomed lawn? Have you finally arrived? Where?
Testimony from a concerned mother:
I have a son that is allergic to a LOT of things…so rashes are common here. two years ago we discovered just how toxic lawn maintenance could be after we had our lawn treated…and 2 of our 3 kids ended up in an emergency visit for fully body rashes…categorized as “chemical reaction” to what had been put on our yard. needless to say, i called the next day to have the service cancelled.
I could add more, but you get the picture.
Here in the US we all suffer from a most virulent form of mind control. This particular strain is called “the keeping up with the Joneses syndrome” and it is responsible for enriching the corporation beyond belief. Time to wise up and take control of your mind and your life back from ‘wall street PR for profit’ lies. You are setting a bad example for your children.
I want to offer you an alternative. I have a lawn surrounding my house also, but when I built this place I did nothing at all to the landscape except make sure I had good drainage around the house. I replaced what topsoil I could save, graded the ground down to the creek and left it alone. It took no time at all to reseed the area and I did none of it . . . nature did it all for me. Here are some pictures of what she did for me for free.
It looks like this after mowing (yes they do come back)
Actually I’d rather not even mow, but then the weeds and wildflowers would grow 3′ high and take over . . . so we DO need to maintain . . . but do we need to poison?
Various closeups of my weeds:
Attempting to write about the hippies is akin to a young soldier hunkered down on Omaha Beach attempting to write about the battle surrounding him. He hears it, but all he sees is the sky above his head.
To give the battle proper perspective, every man taking part, including the enemy, would have to have his story told also because every guy had a different story and every story was just as viable as the next if the truth was to be unadulterated by personal bias.
To tell the whole and honest story about the counter culture would be just as difficult . . . and quite honestly I don’t have the talent to do it. I was there. I experienced it first hand, but like the soldier on Omaha Beach I can only tell my part of a story that is so big, so diverse, that for the whole thing to be written the reader would have a hard time carrying the book it was written in.
One thing I CAN say for a certainty about the movement was that although it wore a uniform, it was not the “look” that counted, It was much broader in scope than all that ‘long hair, tie dye’, media inspired stuff that went on in the Haight, Ashbury district of San Francisco.
The power of the hippie movement lies in the “feel” of it and the sense of rightness in belonging to something larger than oneself. This feeling is what set our country on it’s heels and helped end the tragedy taking place in Vietnam.
Eventually this feeling evolved into the broad based environmental movement taking place in this country right now. The hippies may have left the Haight, but even today we are deeply active in the environmental movement . . . this may be our greatest legacy.
So, though others stories may differ, this is mine as I experienced it . . . The Tale Of The Two Jim’s . . . The story begins in the summer of 69 when I drove across the high desert of Eastern Oregon to meet up with a friend in Portland and ended up driving smack dab into the arms of the aquarian age . . . and the much needed rebirthing of my soul.
The Age Of Aquarius
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind’s true liberation
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind’s true liberation
The tale of the hippie is not at all about drugs . . . or about misguided youth in funny clothes . . . or even great music. The tale of the hippie is about the search for deeper meaning to life.
Most of us didn’t wear flowers in our hair or dress like circus performers. Quite a few were not even taken in by the lure of psychedelic drugs. The one thing we pretty much all shared though was the revulsion for our parents world and the desire for “change.”
We were sick and tired of the madness, and even more than that we were sick and tired of watching our friends get killed for no reason other than the war was good for business.
In reality, taking into consideration the cause and effect of all things both straight and hippie, I’d say that we were absolutely on the right path, but we got side tracked by naivety, immaturity and drugs. When it came to creating something real out of the Utopian dream, there were not enough true believers to make it happen.
Peace. love, freedom to do your own thing as long as it doesn’t harm anybody else, were wonderful ideas, but when the rubber hit the road, what happened? We were invaded by runaway kids, and addicts, and ex cons, and drug dealers, and drifting, dark minded people of all ilk. The counter culture movement, because of it’s non exclusivity, weakened, shriveled up and died.
The greatest cultural movement since the civil war came and left in a heated rush. In it’s wake, though there are many pretenders still hanging around, the core of true believers fled into the hills and valleys of rural America and began the environmental movements that today are all that holds back the juggernaut of big oil from completely destroying this country in it’s lust for the few fossil fuels still around.
Without us they would not stop until, like the old chief said:
Only when the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
will we realize we cannot eat money
Cree Indian Proverb
(to be continued)
As a kid growing up in the Projects to be vulnerable meant to be weak, and weakness did not fit our self image any more than a dress or a pair of high heeled shoes would have. Sissies were vulnerable, chicken shits were vulnerable. . . . tough guys like us were born into this world in a defensive position. We laughed at vulnerability.
I remember being on the playground with my friends one day watching my beloved Fritzy run into the highway and get hit by a car. I remember the whole thing, though it was 65 years ago, as if it were yesterday. I remember cursing the dog for being so stupid. I remember leaving my friends, walking back to the apartment, stepping into a closet, closing the door behind me . . . and crying my eyes out.
I loved that damn dog, but tears were not shed in the projects. I never cried in public . . . never. I still have a problem with the vulnerability of crying. I will run out of my fortress to save, to heal, to help, to even get injured or killed . . . but never to reveal my weakness.
At 71 years old I still maintain the attitude, and work out to the best of my ability in order to keep my body strong with the ability to defy and defend. Today at 71 I still fear vulnerability more than I fear the pain of death. . . . wow man, how fucked up is that?
Now if I were the only one I would just keep my mouth shut and go about my business. But as Bene Brown proves in her video, I am not the only one. In fact I am the majority. I am legion.
So I want to talk about this vulnerability a bit, especially when it comes to men, because I feel it is a primary reason why we destroy so easily and heal so reluctantly. Why we save face more than dispense grace, and most of all, why our environment is in such chaos.
In the early sixties when Rachel Carson wrote her “Silent Spring” this country was in Asia blowing the shit out of vast portions of the earth’s real estate without a thought and already spreading the deadly Agent Orange . . . .
I think of those days of wanton destruction and all that has taken place since and it makes me want to close myself up in my crying closet once again . . . and sometimes I do.
Nobody wants to be the bad guy, but in all this warfare and blatant destruction of our environment, at least since WW2 we really are the bad guys. Why?
I have no idea what the power elite had in mind, we never do. But the reason so many of us bought into their bullshit and carried weapons to kill for their cause is directly related to our fear of being vulnerable and our lack of understanding as to just what this ‘vulnerable’ thing is all about . . .
We men desire the ways of manhood. we want to preserve and protect. It is built into our gene pool. The women is a nurturer, the man is the protector, that’s the way it is. All this is done for the propagation of the race and the needs of our children, but we are not doing so good. In fact because of our fear and our desire for security we are doing horribly, even to the point of ruining our planet.
There are many more reasons as well, such as greed and lust for power, but basically fear and insecurity are leading the charge.
The entire earth is crying out in pain. Some of us are crying out in pain. But alas, the vast majority remain cluelessly praising the Lord and passing the Agent Orange.
Today’s men remind me of the old British fops . . . (fop: a man who is concerned with his clothes and appearance in an affected and excessive way; a dandy.) Men certainly have changed since my day, but not to the better, more like what we project kids would call sissies.
I wrote an essay once called the ‘Pussyfication of the American Male.” It was about how silly and vulnerable men in this country had become. I never realized how arrogant that article was until I began to better see my own self in a mirror.
A hoodlum or a fop. What’s the difference? . . . they both miss the mark by a large degree, but then what IS the mark?
As you read this replace the word Love with . . .A Man.. . . this will at least get you (we) on the right path . . .
Love ( a man)is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude.
Love (a man)is patient and kind.
Love (a man) does not demand its own way.
Love (a man) is not irritable, and it (he) keeps no record of being wronged.
Love (a man) does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out.
Love (a man) never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance …
Love will last forever! . . . and so will man if he quits wandering in the darkness, accepts his vulnerability, and gets on with being the caretaker he was always meant to be.
I am a firm believer that as we change, nature will follow suit . . . we don’t change, nature will always mimic our lead.
In the beginning of our search for land, my wife and I decided to wait for it to come to us. (it works) One day while talking with a shopper at our small woodworking shop, she told me about a place her dad was thinking of selling. I called him on the phone, went on down to the area to check it out, and bought the land that same day for a very good price without any Real Estate involvement. It was all very easy and to this day we have few regrets. The work was hard, the hours long, but in the end we created a pretty nice place for ourselves.
That was us, but what about you? What are your desires when it comes to housing? Where and how do you want to live? What can you afford? Following are a few different ways to live if you are young and really don’t want to go it alone like we did.
Let’s look at eco villages . . . (wikipedia)
Ecovillages are intentional communities whose goal is to become more socially, economically and ecologically sustainable. Most range from a population of 50 to 150 individuals, although some are smaller, and larger ecovillages of up to 2,000 individuals exist as networks of smaller subcommunities.
With the increasing evidence of human-initiated climate change, people throughout the world are coming together to try to reduce their carbon footprint. Groups are trying to move away from the dependence of fossil fuels and consumerist practices. There is a focus on producing and consuming locally, forging meaningful relationships and living as sustainably as possible. Many initiatives are encouraged, such as reducing energy use, creating sustainable local businesses, localizing farming and creating environmentally minded communities.
There are many different dimensions of Ecovillages that need to be examined. For instance, building a positive community is integral to the workings of an Ecovillage. As these groups are quite small, members need to feel empowered, included and comfortable speaking and sharing ideas. As well, cultural and spiritual practices are encouraged, such as an understanding of the interconnectedness of the earth.
Ecologically, Ecovillages allow people to be connected to the earth. Members respect their environment as it provides them with the majority of their sustenance. Villages seek to grow the bulk of their food organically, use local materials for their buildings, protect biodiversity and growing seasons and protect local water, soil and air.
The majority of the practices undertaken by Ecovillages aim to take care of the land. Ecovillages demonstrate a unique economic dimension, as many seek to keep money within the community and circulating between members. Income is often generated through the retail sale of their products and services and recycled to improve everyone in the community.
I believe the ecovillage will be the way of the future and for now the best possible way to break clear of the corporation that runs our lives. Were I younger this is where I would be looking . . . though I WOULD advise anybody searching for a better lifestyle to take a good hard and careful look at this way of life.
You will be dealing close up and personal with people in these communities, and you are practically guaranteed to find a few that you absolutely cannot stand, that is the way of the beast no matter what you do.
You must not go into these housing situations wearing blinders, yet if the fundamental goals of your neighbors are the same as yours, you will learn the art of give and take and become a better person because of it. I see nothing, but win, win, for everybody involved in these eco vilages.
I would also recommend all religious groups be avoided, as well as political ones for obvious reasons. I lived on a commune close up with about 50 people once. IMO it was a wonderful experience except for the fact it was Christian based. I loved the people, but . . . .
Following are links to a few prospects that I found very interesting:
http://www.maitreyaecovillage.org This place is just outside Eugene Oregon (oregon is a beautiful place to live in so many ways)
http://columbiaecovillage.org This is a pretty cool urban community in NE Portland Ore. I lived in Portland during the hippie days . . . loved it!
http://www.earthaven.org This place in North Carolina looks very promising . . .
http://www.findhorn.org Findhorn in England has been around a long time . . .
http://www.aaev.net/ For our Australian friends . . . looks promising . . .
Anyways there are whole LOT of these villages springing up all over the planet. Research diligently, choose wisely, and have yourself a piece of the New Earth . . . NOW!
According to his wife, Dan was a quiet unassuming guy like many of us are . . . UNTIL he got the message! This is how the largest movement in the world is coming into being . . .
A true sense of community is one of inclusion, common purpose, and safety. I had never truly experienced this sense of community until late last year when I joined a community group.
In our society we are schooled in fear from early childhood. The news paints a picture of a horrifying world at our doorstep. So we lock our doors and rarely even speak to our neighbours. We disconnect from the people around us. It’s not that we don’t care about them, we are just scared.
I think that this lack of community creates such isolation, a feeling of being so alone. Which when confronted with problems such as climate change makes it seem like such a hopeless task.
Here enters Community Groups!
The buzz of excitement, the enthusiasm, the motivation! When you get a group of like minded people together anything is achievable!!!
It terms of climate change the…
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A blogger friend of mine posted a very good article on homemade eco friendly natural mattresses the other day so . . . I thought I would show a bed I recently made for my wife. The headboard photo is showing the box spring only now, but I think a homemade mattress would look way cool on a bed like this.
The foot board photo shows box spring including mattress,( but the lower slats will be covered when the spread is on.) This bed as is can be disassembled in a matter of minutes because it has very few screws in it as it is all dovetailed together.