I realize that I could probably write at book about what freedom means to me, as it is one of the driving forces of my live and I have sought to understand what it truly means to be free for a long time.

Coldframes are a really simple and effect way to use the sun and grow abundance. Almost as soon as I arrived to the village I saw the need for at least one coldframe and set about designing and building

Alive and awake to lives special take, On the energetic dancing of fate, Who can complain or be living in pain In this world we all co-create. .. A long ago memorized verse of an unfinished lost scribble

The other day I was working away on a rocket stove with my head in a hole when I looked up to see this beautiful sky. Got a quick snap for prosperity, and I'll share it today. This one I took today though

So I have long come to realise that I must, Live with an understanding of how fucked Are the established societal notions, Or otherwise take that final potion, And be done with life in one thrust. I can

Waking up to silent snows, Blanking out what sight knows, Just solid water dropping Until sunshine and swift flows

We have got to know fierce power now, Got to absolve the tense worry frown, Got to fight for our pure honest selves Principled knowledge through inners delved, No less than latent sorrows remorsed, Until

Here is, part one of, a story of an anarcho-collective symbiotic organisation.  One branch of the grand ecosystem of the land. Land, which, like all that lives and dies within it, has the moral

Always a sharp elementary cry, A handful of doubtful intaken sighs Then a shambles of authorized, Undelegated compromise, Who settles up that pie, What wisdom, what why? Smart men in their suits, So obvious

We have an oppressive industrial complex problem. Energy, military, information, technology, food, medicine, water, minds, all stolen at the source. What do we do about it? Take it back. The land and your

Glaring double vision ghosts, On the lost motorway sign. Each shadow a toast, To the revolutionary prime. Men resolved to go nowhere, Only wheels within the lines. Black heads shrugged over, Cruising on

When paths entwine, like yours and mine, When hearts touch hearts, and souls combine, When the breath of life flows softly through, The eternal channels from me to you, There'll be an energy of true love,

I am a consistent change paradox. Open arms. Accepting of pains inevitability. Unable to close eyes to the blatant treachery. Land reapropriator. Low tech Druid. 000eyes.com Walker of many miles, hitchhiker

Yes, congratulations, you can write a simple semi-/robotic thank you note, for some benign triviality or 'original content', pat yourself on the back, and earn digits in a ledger. A clickbait title, a

We don't know what we've got till it's gone, We don't know about life till it's wrong, Shafted by inmeasurable doubts, We crash shifty into the cracked dawn. Sifted grails, nuggets of slime, Rusted nails,