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Call me Noah then.

I see.

Do you see?

This is our place. Here on earth.

Rushed. Half hearted. Segregated. Ours in waiting.

Waiting for what? Death.

So freaked out about that fact that humans will keep their eyes averted and run faster trying to keep others’ eyes averted by demanding to control their outlook and their vision.

Chin up, brows down. Blinkers on.

“This is the important race, run like this, you might one day earn enough from running through the thorns to afford these old second hand sandals.”

and then this car, and then this house..

Please comment on this post if you understand…

I am individual. So is everyone.

It is awesome! why? Because we are awesome!!

This life is spectacular.
Everything is a spectacle . Everywhere you look with open eyes is amazing.

I am writing this post in a place in nature.

Where everything is different, all these differences from the minutest shrub to the biggest tree combine together to make something so visually and soulfully spectacular that we as humans require and get cravings to be out here.
Here we can look all around, we can be a human being, not a human doing.

We were never meant to be compressed and forced into boxes watching a box in the corner or a box that is center stage.
I am talking off topic of the TV.
Remote control Handset – a handset to shift the channel of the bullshit poured upon us by the Remote Control.
The remote control machine is the TV. Propaganda in digital format.

Anyway, I am in nature now listening to the crackle of the fire and the nightsong of the crickets and the movements of nature.

I am a travelling salesman. A Sales Representative. An Area Sales Manager, Key accounts Manager, whatever glorified title our human commerce of money structured, position structured, status structured, structured life structured human paranoia calls this.

I am a traveller. I cover many miles and see many faces.
I see many faces but not too many souls. I dig deep to find the souls but more often than not, the digging finds faces.
Faces of simplified people, in a complex society, complex because it does not make sense, therefore has no answer for the people.
In the chaos, people look to anything with self assurance to believe as the right path just so that they can relax their simplified minds.

I realised something tonight.
Something that I had forgotten too easily. I am an individual.

Fortunately I cannot change that, I was born one and will die one. I may have to put up with this system and all of it’s flaws but I don’t have to be part of it.

Maybe it’s just because I have thick skin ( and don’t watch TV ).

So the title of this blog:…

I can descend into a whole can of spinach about this being end of days and how need to prepare ourselves to lose commerce and money as our trading denomination. How we need to learn to fend for ourselves to survive what we will see. To be prepared for something we have never been taught to prepare for.

I could but shall not for the sake of my happiness tonight.
Those who have open eyes know and don’t need to be told.

All that I want to share and ring true tonight and in this post is this just this:

We are individuals.
Beautiful individuals
Common Space so that we can learn together.

Be you. True.

You certainly were born and just as certainly you will die.

What filling is in your sandwich?

Yes I feel like Noah building the Ark, what I am doing to many by building this place seems against all that they have learnt from their society.
It is. And it’s beautiful.

Because it is us. Individual

Let’s all be individuals.

Tree felling 101

As mentioned in the last post, I don’t have loads of cash to throw at removing these trees. So, I do it myself. What I have had to build and experiment with is Tree Climbing spikes. These little buggers help you to climb stupidly high in order to get to the tops of the trees for cutting. They are effectively just a long spike protruding from the inside curve of your boot, which you kick into the tree to give you grip. Put a rope around the tree to hold on to and go.

Obviously, climbing harness, carabiners, safety ropes and such must accompany you!

DIY Tree Climbing Spikes
DIY Tree Climbing Spikes
DIY Tree Climbing Spikes 2
DIY Tree Climbing Spikes 2
Tree Climbing with Spikes DIY
Tree Climbing with Spikes DIY
Up a tree to secure a cable
Up a tree to secure a cable
Cable secured
Cable secured
I ALSO WANNA CLIMB DADDY!
I ALSO WANNA CLIMB DADDY!

On most of the trees that I have recently felled, I was allowed enough space to let the tree fall where I wanted it to. To do this I climbed the said trees and secured a long strong cable at about two thirds of the way up. I then fastened the other end to the Jeep ( normally snaking around the base of a tree in the direction I wanted it to fall) I loaded the Jeep with bricks and rocks to weight it down for more traction, put it into Low Range and pulled the tree as tight as possible. I then fired up the chainsaw and cut out the ‘V’ near the base of the tree in the direction I wanted it to fall. I I then cut around the sides and back of tree until I heard the tree shift and start to lightly click as the heartwood fibres took strain. I then sprinted my ass off to the Jeep, started it up and pulled.
Some times I’d have to repeat the last 2 steps a few times before the tree gave way. (Better safe and tired than sorry) The tree would begin to shift under the torque of the vehicle and start coming down. I would keep the tension on the cable for as long as possible to ensure that the tree fell exactly where I wanted it. Even on the badly leaning trees I was able to land them near on perfect.

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MY NEMESIS:

The last tree on the menu on Sunday had been giving me a worried finger for a long time. I
It had been shaped by the prevailing South Westerly wind to curve from it’s base to midway and then straighten up but keep all of it’s weight and foliage on the wrong side.
Cutting it at the base meant dropping it possibly on the house and definitely on the neighbor’s fence and chicken coop.
No vehicle in my reach would be able to pull it over against it’s strength and weight.

So, suck it in, climb and cut..

Mr Nemesis
Mr Nemesis
Rather high,  Mr Vertigo.
Rather high, Mr Vertigo.
And the wind started picking up!
And the wind started picking up!

It took me about an hour before I started to cut up there with the chainsaw. Life at that height is a different world.
I even phoned my wife to come and give me moral support!
I managed to cut all the weight off the tree to then cable it and cut/pull with the Jeep.
Done. Yay!

My girls coming to give me moral support! I was trying to pretend I was on a ship's mast by singing a sailor's songs!
My girls coming to give me moral support!
I was trying to pretend I was on a ship’s mast by singing a sailor’s songs!

Slow, Broke March. Chin up!

Jeez. We thought January and February were tight… March is watertight.

But we are making progress, albeit slow.

Widson has been putting in some extra time for us, cobbing the exterior and filling in some more sections with fencing and wattle.

Here are some pics of our progress as of beginning of March 2014.

I have also started experimenting with final cob plaster layers in the main bedroom, using a 25%red clay 25% horse manure ( yes, I shall build with poo!) and 50% fine sand mix.

Horse manure is a perfect substitute for finely chopped straw as it contains superfine grass for binding and some enzymes that aid in giving a smooth and easily applied, flexible when wet, plaster. If that makes sense.

Basically, it is just perfect!

It only has a feint odour when wet and by the time has half dried and set, there is no sign that you’ve been mucking about!

Anyway, here are some photos…

Note the kid’s handprints, I love it it, this is now turning into a home!ImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImage