Saturday, August 16, 2014

A common question: how can the average person help?

This is a response to those of you with the question of 'how can the average person help?'

We are experiencing a strong wider circle of folk who don't live here but resonate with the vision/mission and are participating in unique ways. Ranging from the structuring of the trust and conservation aspects, working towards getting codes changed to accommodate low-impact living, to more immediate matters including relevant phone calls/emails. The understanding has begun that this project is for more than the folk living here. Inspired people with activated and busy lives have begun to show up, physically, to sit in council together and vision great things as well as sit in a more left brain way in a 'meeting' with lots of writing and 'brainstorming' (and other left-brainy kind of stuff). 
Someone said recently "how are you guys gonna chop wood and change laws?". An answer: a wider circle of folk other than those living here who see the greater benefit is how! 

Come sit in council, and pass a stick.
Contribute to the magic hat.
Write an article to your favorite publication.
Share the stories of this process unfolding, your own and ours.
Contact any rich folk who would like to give some of that money to a good place and get a deduction.
Sign the petition to get One Planet Development in Oregon under way.

Last summer when we launched this liberation project loads of ideas came flooding in, too many for us here to realistically embody but any dreamer can do the manifesting too! 

So, there is a spectrum. The least one can do to 'help' is to click like, but the most one can do, and this one is radical and has the potential to make a massive world change, is to stop paying your rent and mortgage! Just plain stop. You do not owe anyone anything for your place on this rotating planet. Know that, and claim it. We belong to the earth and we actually owe  *her*  if there is any owing to be done.

And one more...... Those of you who have an arrest to give, consider Tipi Village. Seriously. 

Friday, August 15, 2014

Fearful Gates That Love Can Break

So it appears that some folk are attempting to put a gate at the end of the driveway here. I suspect it is in preparation for our eviction come September 1st. Usually, in the circumstance of eviction from a building, the locks will be changed. This is where we maintain agency and power in our lives because no-one can ever lock us out of our home. We can carry it on our backs and bring it to stand where we like. So it makes sense that fearful folk (most likely the buyers that I won't name yet although  it may come down it to bring some direct communication)  would put a gate across the road. However, I can't shake the feeling of being not only disregarded (no-one asked me about the gate even though we have lived here for the past seven summers, before the monument designation and have a legitimate place here) but also just plain pushed around. Our presence here is harming no-one. We are trespassing no-one. There is no physical or moral harm being done. And actually, from my perspective, I am seeing the forest around me flourish from the touch of the hands of people who care.  If I am oblivious to a harm I am causing, please, bring it to my attention! (And honestly, if its regarding ownership and money, I'm not sure I consider that true harm).

As we approached the place where two new gaping holes have been dug to receive the intended gate, Sequoia, our three year old daughter says quietly "the birds are sad about these holes that people dug, the birds want us to live here".

The really sad part of all this, the part that brings a painful heavy feeling in my gut and heart, is that money and land ownership have become more valuable than human relationships. There was a time in our history when it wasn't an option to be so rude and plain mean to our fellow humans because our life depended on each other. Our relationships mattered more than anything and it was the greatest benefit to maintain healthy and considerate ones. There was a recognition that the woven web of all our relations was (and still is) life itself, and that damaging a strand in that web, damages the self and the whole. At the end of our lives, this is all we have, the quality of our relationships, of how we related to this web of life. Think about it, what else do you imagine caring about on your deathbed? 

The circumstances we find ourselves in and the people involved are not special or unique  here. I'm not sure special and unique even exists. Or maybe its the opposite, maybe it's our uniqueness and specialness that unites us all. Whatever the case, I stand in solidarity with all the people of the world, now and throughout history, who stand strong in the face of so much fear, hatred and oppression. Who speak out for basic human rights, peacefully and powerfully. Who risk and give their lives to make a way for the world's children, the world's future. 

I keep hearing that this is a powerful time to be living as humans on the earth and every time I hear this I wonder what makes this time more powerful than any other. I'm getting glimpses of it now. It's a ripeness of the altruistic nature in all of us, of the love that binds us together, of the circle that brings power to every person's voice and life to be the guiding paradigm, of the realization that we humans are a keystone species and have a massive effect on the earth and are at a point where we get to consciously live a life that is in harmony with all that is, including the future. We have the beautiful opportunity, right now, to live an absolutely epic, un-compromised life, directly and completely un-mediated through money and false ideas of power and land ownership. As William Kotke puts it: "This  is the watershed logic. For the humans and planet to endure, a completely new human culture must be created. This is not movie and books. This is the whole world view and all of the content by which we relate to each other and to the earth in belief, practice and ritual. This will be a most amazing adventure. If one has heart and courage and can move out of virtual reality onto the fact of the living planet, our future will provide one of the most exciting challenges we humans have faced, with the greatest benefits, if we are successful."
It is our birthright to have a place on the earth. We have the capacity to live with the earth and take care of her. It simply won't work to "save" wild land and keep people off.  Understand this! There actually is no separation between the two!! 

As I sit here in these wild woods, writing to a larger community in hopes of generating beauty, inspiration and support, the cement hardens around the posts for the gate that may lock us out in only three weeks. A community of people, including children who have been born on this soil, who are cultivating a wholesome, connected culture. When I say "us", I mean it. You and me, because you see, there is an open place here that we maintain for any and all who are inspired to collaborate and dance together a new dream. 

Please get in touch, especially if you know a lawyer who is keen on taking on a human rights case. Or perhaps there are other ideas and input. We are asking for it. Thanks.

In love,

Moving the Gateposts

The BLM authorised a feller to put gateposts at the end of our driveway on Soda Mountain Road.
Seems like an act of aggression from where I stand.

Police Major Ronnie Robinson, speaking about a shift in tactics following the Ferguson riots said,
“Any time a community and a people are willing to break the law to get the law, you’ve gotta pay attention to that. They have cried out to us and now we need to give them the attention they deserve.”

We're reaching out in a civil way and asking for communication. We know that this blog is read widely and we have been sending messages to the relevant parties with no response. Hopefully we can come to a consensus before calling in mediation. We don't want to break your laws and we don't really want to start naming names, but if you're passive-aggressively denying access to the ancestral homelands of my children, I honestly am running out of ideas of ways forward here.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Getting Along with Living

Look, to the people who define their relationship with the Earth that sustains them as 'property', you people with your acres with which you have little or  no real relationship, you people with your bank accounts with zeros that you worship, I have no quarrel with you. You are welcome to play your game of little pieces of paper of 'ownership'.

But when you start to push me and my family and my community around then I don't know what to do other than make a stand.

You know?

I know that the conception and birth of my children means nothing in your courts when it comes to tenure in a place.

My blood, flesh and tears mingled with the soil are not admissible as evidence in a trial of legitimacy of place.

But I can tell you that not only do I not own land, neither do you. It's not possible, even if you doug up bucketsfull and guarded them day and night with your life until the day you died and buried them with you, you never owned it, because it endures and you don't and you will become one with it again. The best you could hope for is an acknowledgement of belonging, that you belong to the Earth.
Your pieces of paper with your signatures, your abstract constructs of human laws, are unjust and immoral. Justice strives to interpret morality otherwise it is meaningless.

So, with the example of the Tipi People living on the otherwise uninhabited summer spot of remote wilds of Soda Mountain, who's neo-indigenous presence tends and stewards land otherwise neglected. Land that was, until five generations ago, husbanded by bands of families, wiped away, displaced and straight up brutally killed by a new and pernicious consciousness of ownership, settler ownership. In our case, dear reader, I can tell you that even though this is the twenty-first century, that story continues and I find myself, not through choice but through following a life of inspired love, I find myself resisting displacement.

I find myself in court, again, answering to a judge presenting two options; vacate the land where I have a bond of stewardship and deprive my children of the chance of living a connected life, unencumbered by the fragmentation of mainstream industrialisation, or go to trial, with no legal representation.

Under duress (even though the Judge was, on this occasion, open and kind), we opted for the former. So we have until September 1st before men with guns, kevlar vests, mace and cuffs might come out.

No-one here wants to obstruct any sale of land, because we love the currently documented owners with full acknowledgement. However, the prospective buyers, whom we love as adversaries (yet long for this to develop), have a contingency written into their contract that we must be gone. They have told us that they intend to sell or give the land we call home (and hope for the keystone species Homo Sapiens) to the government in exclusion of human habitation.

I think that there are laws to help people to maintain basic human rights, like a place to be with the Earth, but I don't know what they are yet. I think, or hope, that there are laws to give our children the right to grow up in a healthy and wholesome way.

If you are a lawyer or know of one, please get in touch; this is a high profile case that can set a precedent for the future of human place in relationship with Mother Earth. If you are thinking of coming for a visit, now is a good time, though dynamic. Come and witness the front line of the transformation of the paradigm!

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Letter of Withdrawal to the Medford Court.

This is the final draft of the letter I sent to the court in Medford yesterday. It gives a brief glimpse of what's been going on here over the past couple of months.
There will be a fuller update at some point; there's a lot to say, but this can serve for now as we get on with moving. Thanks for reading.

Dear Judge Peterson,
In reference to case #14LT00529, I wish to withdraw the appeal for a hearing scheduled for this coming Friday April 25th.
It is an eviction case and I am the defendant. The migration of Tipi Village has begun and by the time of the hearing we will no longer be living at the place known to Jackson County Assesors as # 1-010851-1 and 1-012270-1, 42-2E Tax Lots 100/102, although we will likely still be collecting belongings and cleaning up.
Following will be a more thorough though concise explaination of why this hearing was filed and now dropped. Please excuse me if it's inappropriate here.
I and the other families of the nomadic community of Tipi Village became aware that we were trespassing on the above named parcel of land when Art Padillo, private detective, served us with a summons in early March of this year, 2014. Until that point we had an agreement and invitation from a member of the Mosby trust and were paying rent.
At the initial hearing on March 10th I signed an agreement with James Stout, legal representative of Steve Mosby (the land owner) that we would vacate the above land by March 31st.
In the intervening time we discovered that the land upon which we have spent the winter (tax lot 100 of the aforementioned) had already transferred ownership (the Mosby family are selling all of their land). This information was communicated to James Stout through voicemail and messages left with his secretary and we received no response. We subsequently considered the case dropped by the plaintiff until Art Padillo showed up again on Friday, April 11th with a notice of restitution (which did not include a copy of the 'landlord's claim') and a deadline to vacate of the following Tuesday, April 15th. With no wish to be in conflict with the sheriff and not enough time to move a village, we decided to request a hearing.
We would have only asked for more time for the weather to settle in the higher elevation, to where we migrate, (usually mid-May), to avoid undue stress on the families. This whole business has been stressfull to many people; men, women and children simply getting on with living wholesome and direct lives which in itself is hard work and challenge enough. Further concern, after reading the 'landlord's claim' is that we might be liable to his costs, etc, for his actions which, with just a little communication, could have been cleared up and dealt with directly, without wasting the time of a judiciary with much more important things to do.
Please feel welcome to experience the reality of Tipi Village. We are not 'transients', we are a strong neo-indigenous culture pioneering and presenting viable and humane ways of living with our world. Open to all.
Thanks for reading this and for your compassionate consideration.

Friday, March 7, 2014

We'll take the premise of Love, thanks!

A few days ago I was on the phone with a woman from Costa Rica, enquiring about a Rogue Dwellings tipi. We had a decent chat as she'd read this blog. She asked,"Do you want to buy land?" and I replied, after a pause,"No. The inspiration is to keep on doing what we're doing; living nomadically and lightly."- Unmolested. That doesn't preclude 'buying land', and that might be how this unfolds, but what's important to state clearly here is that the inspiration which is our motivation is non-attachment and nomadism; living with our Earth as a conscious part of the Gaia super-organism.
I can easily fall into self-righteous indignation when I focus on the injustice of The World and some of that came with my previous post, with comments about a Malibu beach house. I'm not going to retract those words because I do feel indignant towards the grossly unequal distribution of the externals (land, food, clothing, shelter) when there is patently more than enough for everyone. The Earth is bountyful. There is no need for scarcety.
So I'd like to address the 'fight'. Because fighting is really inefficient. There's too much to take care of for the collective right now, if we are to maintain habitability for our unborn generations. I have no point to prove, no ideologies to promote, no conspiracy theories to espouse. I have a life to live in the way I know best and children growing surrounded by a culture with which I have agency and input. Which means to stand my ground and at least question the default mass culture of passive, latent violence, which comes to me now, my sovreignty violated in the form of a court summons and which, should I choose to ignore it, would continue to come to me, more strongly, in uniform, Kevlar and with guns.
To subsist comes from the latin sub + sistere. It means to stand firm, to be, to exist.
The conspiracy is in the network and we can easily find ourselves, especially if we feel we have no agency, power or control in our lives, participating. Con- (with) spire (breath, spirit). We are the conspiracy when we breath together. When we breathe, conspire with things that inspire then we have power, collectively. We can give our power to something greater, with which we are aligned, and then the mal-aligned aspects wither with lack of power or belief. It's a process because part of that malignancy is fear and fear when shunned or surpressed becomes disproportionately powerful. Fear and fearful ways are to be intergrated, brought into the whole and utilised.
And it's all a journey of discovery for me because right now there is fear coming up and the best I can do for me, my family, for you is to feel it and trust it and avoid being motivated by it. To love it and be motivated by that love.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Balance with Beauty...

Don't Panic!

We've been summonsed to appear at the court in Medford this Monday (tenth of March) for trespass under the threat of eviction.
A private detective came skidding through the mud in his loafers to serve the papers, although they also came in the mail. He was friendly enough but refused hospitality and stayed standing in the doorway of our lodge until Kayla went and got him a stool to sit on.
The papers say we're squatters and we're holding the land by force. Neither of which are true.
If we fail to appear then the sheriff will most likely be called and we'll be "physically removed". We're ankle deep in mud in places and it's hard to see how we'll be able to move this time of year. And we have nowhere to go. Perhaps the sheriff and his deputies will help us strike our lodges and carry our belongings out? Or perhaps they'll stand around watching. Or maybe they'll pepper spray us and handcuff us and take our children away. Or perhaps they will break down weeping at prosecuting unjust laws on ordinary people...
It's a stress best avoided, especially for the children, so we'll be appearing on Monday to ask for more time and let the courts etc. know that there is no intention for us to stay beyond May and remind them that we're nomadic and that we move after the rains, anyway.
We're harming no-one, we are families raising our children in the way we know best. Living as directly and accountably as possible.
The plaintiff has some massive inheritance tax/ debts and is desperate to liquidate their thousands of wild, uninhabited acres.
They have a beach house in Malibu, next to Oprah Winfrey's, that they don't want to loose. I don't know if our presence on this small plot blocks any sale. This is where the Dominant Paradigm meets us and we work out how to maintain integrity with it.
We find ourselves on the 'wrong' side of the law because we don't have unlimited access to lawyers and money. We live fairly hand-to-mouth, which is dynamic, though there's little room for waste. We'll see what happens in court and what moral values the court holds, if it is just. Or if it upholds the values of the 'property' owners over those of the common person.
We'll keep posting updates on the process.
We're very open to guidance right now; be it law related or land related.
More strongly: Help, now!

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

The Epic Now of Eternity

Thanks for all the messages, questions and concerns about the Land Liberation Project and the current whereabouts of the Tipi People and Tipi Village.
The October deadline for the sale of the Summer Land came and went without us and without the funds to enter into the 'property purchase' reality. As far as we know, Soda Mountain has not yet changed 'ownership'. All of the money raised through Indiegogo is being held with the Way Foundation. The rest is still in the Magic Hat.
We moved off the mountain in October, like we usually do, and a new place to spend a gentler winter revealed itself. The Big Lodge was pitched and we moved into our lodges from there. There was an early period of about a foot of snow and temperatures low enough to freeze a glass of water on the hearth overnight. The narrow portal of solstice came and went, as it does, and the short essential days gave the power of the epic now of equanamous adversity. As they do...
The entire 2000+ acres of (Mosby) Buckhorn Ranch is still on the market for some $4+m. It would be good to see all of this land free from mechanical and commercial development and returned to it's inherent indigenous nature.
I am still trying to reconcile the liberation of The Land with abstract tools of enslavement, such as money. If anyone out there has any ideas about how to go about the emancipation of our world, please share it! In the meantime I guess we'll just keep making it up as we go along and continue to strive to live as directly and accountably as possible.
This is not in opposition to idustrialisation. The process of industrialisation has been important, necessary and has great cultural value for humanity. However, for as long as it is stuck in the paradigm of 'development' meaning consumption, convenience and an idea that everyone is to follow the model of 'Western' affluence, then it's hard to see any future other than a continuing loss of cultural and biological diversity, and environmental abuse and degradation, ultimately leading to mass extinctions including that of our own species.
So, to the 'industrialised' world (meaning, mostly, the minority of the world's population who defacate in water), we are on the same side and the Land Liberation Project does not need to become a revolutionary movement. We can, any of us if we like, slip off into the woods and re-indigenise ourselves and our world. This does not mean that we can urbanise the wilderness or even settle, claim and own. It means that we can begin to acknowledge our place within the shimmering web of interconnections and empower that web through empowering ourselves by enabling agency in our own lives by having accessible opportunity to take care of our basics. Like shelter, food, water, heat and waste.
One of my favourite factoids goes, 'Termites outweigh humans 3:1'. Outweigh. Not outnumber. This comes up whenever the question of human overpopulation arises. If we accept the UN estimate that seven thousand million people now live on Earth, then the human equivalent to termites would be 21 billion people. Therefore termites remember something that some of us are either forgetting or ignoring out of the seductions of convenience. Termites have Indigenous Knowledge in the sense of connected ways of being being intergrated and connected with the whole.
Pre (non)- industrial and certainly pre (non)- agricultural cultures have an awareness of place within the connections of the weave of creation, or life, that does not need to be reconciled and is woven into daily living. For example, it is difficult to be naïve or ignorant to how one treats the water when one fetches and drinks that water.
Since the onset of industrialisation we have been becoming more and more removed from our visceral, direct impact, through the convenience of inventions such as the flushing toilet, for example. We don't have to deal with our shit. Physically and metophorically. It goes to that place known as 'away'. Of course, sewers were essential when cities were rife with cholera, dysentry etc., but they were a specific treatment to a specific problem, or collective symptom. Now we are beginning to be faced with water scarcity, not just in dry parts of the world. Sewage has always been an issue for sedentary populations. We've always known that our manure returns to the biosphere, eventually, but untill fairly recently, urban dwellers didn't know how to utilise manure as a nutrient rich resource, rather than an energy intensive 'problem'.
All this is an example of how now, on the cusp of the industrial and post-industrial ages, we get to define with fully empowered input, post-industrialisation.
A neo-indigenous understanding of our place within the weave of living appears to be essential for a viable way forward. For me, this means living on the ground around the fire in a circle of circles. Fetching wood with a bow saw and walking to the spring for water. It's handy for much of my practice of conscious awareness is intergrated within my essential daily life; I don't know how to have the discipline to be as aware of my direct impact on my place within the weave amidst the mass culture of conveinience living.
So the highest values which the industrialised world espouses are, largely, of liberty, democracy, equality and the like. These are all virtuous. But industrialisation goes beyond that when lives are conscripted and compromise is imposed and when me, my family and my community find ourselves, not through choice, fending off the accepted default of 'ownership'.
To compromise my life by working an uninspired job to feed the machine of industrialisation so that little 'I' can 'own' my own little plot of land so that I can live directly makes no sense, is illogical and perpetuates a dysfunctional, greedfull, individualistic paradigm.
So I'll keep living directly and openly, finding a way forward with a wholesome intention for the greatest good. Perhaps one day those politicians will make provision for indigenous nomadic ways of living, as times keep on changing. Or perhaps a philanthropist with a strong heart and clear vision will come forward in recognition of the urgency of the now. However it goes, the time for waiting is over and the time for epic living is now. As it always was.