E.D. 2000 a brief observational assesment by Robin Mutoid
Third May 2000, Wilpena Pound.
Seven heavenly bodies including the sun and the moon were about to move into
alignment in the Earth house of Taurus in the form of a Grand Stellium', a configuration
that occurs once every 13 thousand years or twice in the 26,000 year sidereal orbit. The
wind powered cinema was up and running showing carnage-movies from previous activist
encounters. The plane clothed police were sneaking around generating lists of license
plate numbers and everyone was looking to see who would arrive next. Camp fires were
lit and we settled in to get to know each other.
The next six months would see what I believe to be some of the most significant and
important learnings in our slow evolutionary climb out of the swamps of genetically
inherited amnesia. Yes, the sound systems thumped; yes, plane-henge was erected; yes,
gallons of capsicum spray was emptied on us; yes, we met Aboriginal elders; yes, babies
were born; and yes, thankfully, no one died! Yes, but what good are any of these
experiences unless they are contributing towards an awareness of the Higher Realm? What
good unless that dimensional interface is to be accessed by our own localised human
A young female approached me on the verge of tears, having just seen some of the
messy footage of hysterical activists getting reduced to pulp by police. "What are we to
do?" she pleaded. "How do we get rid of that little shit John Howard?" she asked. "We
need our own elders white people to be responsible". I looked her in the eyes and
gave her a quote from an astrological piece from Dan Furst regarding the implications of
the Grand Stellium. "When the greater number of humanity realise that focussed intent
is both far less messy and violent than revolution, governments will not have to be
terminated, they will simply evaporate through lack of serious attention and regard.
Humanity meanwhile will have much more important work to be doing!" "Thank you!"
she said and smiling, walked away.
Are we to continue to be sheep obediently bleating the narrow emotional bandwidth
of yesterday's television sagas to each other? Are we to continue to swarm mindlessly
from one consumeristic generation of gadgets to the next? Must we continue to look up,
powerless and helpless, through the multi-layered hierarchy of our own elected shepherds?
Can we allow the fear based, negative limitation of authorities everywhere to maintain
domination, manipulation and control? No, I believe not! But the question remains How
not?' The answers are coming slowly.
Earthdream 2000 was to be an experiment in lateral open-ended, autonomous,
self-governance. No leaders', just specialists. No central funding, just what you have in
your pocket. No meetings, just the lateral passage of communicated ideas. No committees,
just the allowance of self-forming groups or cells of common interest and focus. No
arduous itinerary, just a loose thread of key dates and places.
Most of us are now aware of the 100th Monkey Syndrome', the apparent critical-mass
threshold over which the instant telepathic transport of information and ideas, within a
group or species, becomes the norm. The apparent learning en masse of new behavioural
patterns, or the apparent inception of a new' idea by many individuals remote from
each other in the same instant of time.
The Earthdream group would very quickly build its own 100th Monkey Syndrome
within itself. When one sits in the desert for a couple of weeks, just watching the sun and
the moon go around', one's own emotional shit and baggage starts to bubble to the
internal surfaces. No television here to distract one, no consumerist gratification tactics
can be employed here; soon one is having to face, deal with, process and heal one's own
shit. This leaves an empty and clear space waiting to be filled.
There was some heavy physical and emotional violence at Beverley uranium mine.
There was fear amongst the authorities and residents of Roxby Down Copper' mine. Fear
that they' were coming, fear of job loss and fear of radioactive contamination. The best
thing we could do was to bring love and humour to the situation. The true warriors' best
weapon is Love. This is exactly what happened. The self-formed performance' cell
(which incidentally were the first to recognise each other amongst the amorphous mass
of 2 or 3 hundred people that were Earthdream) had Star Force, security, miners,
Aborigines, ferals, locals and activists all standing around the same fires in the middle
of the same road blockade cracking-up laughing at the same show which was taking the
piss out of the whole thing anyway what a healing!!
Thus healed, the group was, I believe, beginning to form a crystaline awareness of
itself and its power, that was both holographic and fractal in nature. With the final
realisation that no one was telling anyone else what to do and with the humourous
suspicion that if we didn't apparently know what we were doing next how could the
authorities have the remotest inkling of our plans, we surged forward.
We surged forward not as a group but as individuals from the same hive. The Croatian
owner of a Coober Pedy Op-Shop dreamed in detail of our arrival there weeks before we
actually arrived! Just as the reluctant security guard at a Western Mining Company pump
installation deep in the desert had dreamed graphically of our arrival, before we actually
arrived! Were we beginning to access the Dreamtime'?
We surged forward knowing and trusting that the apparent utter chaos of our
progression was in fact the finely tuned order of universal intelligence. That intelligence
activating our pre-encoded genetic blueprints and handed down to us via central galactic,
Alcyonic, solar and finally Gaian anthropomorphic fields.
Do we really use 10% of our brains? What is the other 90% for? If the conscious mind
can handle 15 bits of information a second, the subconscious can process 70 or 80 million
bits a second as fluid intelligence. If a box of tissues sits between these two levels of
consciousness, separating them, I believe as a group we pulled a single tissue from that
box; thus raising the level of our consciousness'. If this tissue removing process has
exponential potential', then in a few years we can chuck the whole lot out, on a
necessarily steep learning curve, and access consciously the 4th and 5th dimensional
realms, where we can instantly generate our own realities. Time is collapsing. This leaves
only Now. Dream your dream; share your dream and win this, the last battle NOW.
Ronnie Dodd, one of the last Arabunna still living on the land south of Lake Eyre,
explains the potency of proper guardianship of the land in reference to the activities of
Olympic Dam mine (at Roxby Downs): "Them mob goin' to blow emselves up you wait!
Diggin' like rabbits in the ground there's a fault line under there when they go
through that the water goin' to come in and flood em out like rabbits". He squints at the
ground before stating a truth that I believe is so enormous, so simple and so pivotal to
our sustained future that it is impossible to ignore and must as such be worked toward
and honoured fully: "You don't have to go bangin' your heads on their fences and
barrages, you just love the land, you just dance the land, and land will do the rest".
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