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		<title>Abundance vs austerity</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2014 15:47:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Abundance is the natural state of the world and we can improve the lot of all humanity while also allowing the biosphere to thrive]]></description>
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<p>A version of this article was first published on Positive News <a href="http://positivenews.org.uk/2014/blogs/ecohustler/15911/austerity-abundance/" target="_blank">here</a>.</p>
<p>Is our underlying nature abundant or austere? Most politicians tell us the solution to our economic woes and other challenges is to cut public services while making people and nature work harder in the global economy. But if we look at how ecosystems function we find generalities that suggest abundance is the Earth’s natural state and the key to civilisation’s success is working with it, not cutting it off.</p>
<p><a href="/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/sun-solar-flair.jpg"><img class="alignright wp-image-5659" src="/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/sun-solar-flair-1024x576.jpg" alt="Magnificent CME Erupts on the Sun - August 31" width="382" height="215" /></a>Life on Earth is tenacious and exuberant. Everything is powered by a seemingly endless gift from a vast, mysterious orb. The sun’s prerogative is to throw out photons with such consistent generosity that a process as slow as life can depend on it, for billions of years. As life has become more complex it has captured more of the energy sailing through space and drawn it down into the seething layer of life on our planet.</p>
<p>At the beginning, the biosphere (the global sum of all ecosystems) was simple, but it has grown steadily more complex as evolution has generated new forms of life. Eventually, single-celled creatures clumped together to make tubes. Sucking in energy at one end and excreting from the other is a fundamental that hasn’t changed as vertebrates emerged which, after 4 billion years, grew nipples, hair, big brains and invented fear, money, time and scarcity. <a href="/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/evolution.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-3422" src="/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/evolution.jpg" alt="evolution" width="640" height="187" /></a></p>
<p><a href="/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/manta.bmp"><img class="alignright size-large wp-image-2062" src="/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/manta.bmp" alt="Manta Ray, Ocean, Organism" width="1" height="1" /></a><a href="/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/manta.bmp"><img class="alignleft size-large wp-image-2062" src="/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/manta.bmp" alt="Manta Ray, Ocean, Organism" width="1" height="1" /></a><a href="/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/manta.bmp"><img class="alignleft size-large wp-image-2062" src="/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/manta.bmp" alt="Manta Ray, Ocean, Organism" width="1" height="1" /></a><a href="/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/the-planet-earth.jpg"><img class="alignleft  wp-image-1896" src="/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/the-planet-earth.jpg" alt="Planet Earth, Gaia" width="352" height="264" /></a>Life creates the conditions that allow life to thrive. The biosphere has created soil, a chemically active atmosphere, fossil fuels and everything our civilisation depends upon. But human consciousness throws up a systemic anomaly in the progress of life on the planet. Unlike other organisms, which innately support the ongoing evolution of life, we have choice. We can cut down the Amazon to mine oil, dump coal in the Great Barrier Reef and extract all the fish from the sea, or we can choose to be compassionate, ecological and live in a way that supports life.</p>
<p>The problem is that the global economy itself is not conscious. In a very real sense it is insane – we trade the living land for dead money and sit clutching our coins waiting for the reaper. If we work in this economy unquestioningly are we insane too? If we choose another way, what options are available to us?</p>
<p><a href="/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Transition-Towns-Rocks.png"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-6621 size-full" src="/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Transition-Towns-Rocks.png" alt="Transition-Towns-Rocks" width="671" height="445" /></a>Transition Towns, New Earth Communities and other conscious communities worldwide are demonstrating new ways to live and organise ourselves. They advocate for us to move away from notions of fear and scarcity and the hoarding that come with them, and build new economies that are more abundant, equitable and ecological.</p>
<p><a href="/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Clock-310x320.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-6622" src="/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Clock-310x320.jpg" alt="Clock-310x320" width="310" height="320" /></a>The New Economics Foundation details how such economies could work. For example, they just published a book cataloguing diverse research that shows how a shorter working week would help tackle urgent problems that beset our daily lives – from overwork, unemployment and low wellbeing, to needless high-carbon consumption and the lack of time to live sustainably. Less work for purely economic gains would allow us more time to care for our families and communities, grow more food ourselves and, slowing the economy, give Gaia a break.</p>
<p>In a less competitive economy where people are happier, we might also vote for a Universal Citizen’s Income that would redistribute to the poorest and stimulate creativity across society. Freed from the bondage of the endless growth economy, what else might we do?</p>
<p>Other indicators of a conscious shift towards abundance abound, not least with Lily Cole’s Impossible – a social network based on a culture of giving and receiving freely, and the renewable energy investment platform Abundance, which enables people to get a better return from their investments, moving them to co-owned energy assets.</p>
<p>The energy and food crises that threaten to topple our teetering, skyscraper civilisation are human constructs. Our way out is re-imagining how we live, not doing more of what we were doing to cause the problems. A much greater proportion of the population being involved in the production of the food and energy they consume addresses multiple challenges. We can create life-sustaining employment and disempower the corporate behemoths chewing up nature.</p>
<p>We evolved out of a world that was just ready for us. Our success depends on us enabling planetary conditions to be sustained as they were when our species was born. This depends on humility or as anthropologist Gregory Bateson said: “I surrender to the belief that my knowing is a small part of a wider integrated knowing that knits together the entire biosphere or creation.” We must leave large swathes of our planet wild so that it can sustain itself. This can only happen if the global economy is reined in, tamed, guided, made more conscious.</p>
<p><a href="/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/gardening-fresh-vegetables-basket-TS-162359422.jpg"><img class="alignright  wp-image-6624" src="/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/gardening-fresh-vegetables-basket-TS-162359422.jpg" alt="gardening-fresh-vegetables-basket-TS-162359422" width="355" height="266" /></a>Environmentalism is giving way to something bigger and bolder. We are not just asking people not to drive anymore. Being ecological is about positive actions that nurture abundance, such as growing copious vegetables and giving them to the old lady who lives alone down the street. That builds community and reduces our need to rely on corporate food. And in being abundant ourselves, might we not fall in step with our mysterious universe – so perfectly poised for life – and contribute to the evolutionary destiny of our planet?</p>
<p>A more fulfilling world is imminently available to us and with a networked, collaborative effort we can rapidly get there. And why shouldn’t we have lofty ambitions? We are stardust waking up. Right here, right now.<a href="/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/brain-manmoon.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-6623" src="/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/brain-manmoon.jpg" alt="brain-manmoon" width="500" height="335" /></a></p>
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		<title>Fucking Trees</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2014 05:10:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Intimate encounters with nature]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;">&#8220;What is wild cannot be bought or sold, borrowed or copied. It is. Unmistakeable, unforgettable, unshamable, elemental as earth and ice, water, fire and air, a quintessence, pure spirit, resolving into no constituents.<br />
Don&#8217;t waste your wildness: it is precious and necessary.&#8221; &#8211; Jay Griffiths</p>
<p>An erotic encounter was not something I expected as I climbed into the beckoning branches of an old avocado tree, 5 years or so ago, whilst woofing in New Zealand.</p>
<p><a href="/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/earth-my-lover5.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-6505" src="/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/earth-my-lover5.jpg" alt="earth my lover5" width="400" height="561" /></a>I had been working in various organic farms, my delicate city princess feet toughened by weeks of walking barefoot, hands stained dark with soil from the daily picking of tomatoes, green beans, strawberries, corn and a variety of other sumptuous delights the world around me generously proffered.</p>
<p>With no audible noise from traffic, no stimulation from a computer, stereo or TV, my mind had considerably quietened, and I began to notice subtle but distinct changes in the sensitivity of my perception. I was sensing things I had never sensed before – specifically, an ability to feel plant energies or auras &#8211; enjoying how each plant ‘felt’, almost as though I could tap into their qualities or personalities, which would all evoke different responses within me.</p>
<p>I could tell a tree was diseased without looking at it, just by being in its presence. And I noticed that whilst walking through enchanting groves of avocado trees (so many avocadoes! Oh what I would give now to have a garden full of avocado trees!), I would silently greet trees and swore I could feel them ‘greeting’ me back.</p>
<p>But climbing into the branches of this particular tree, I experienced an unmistakable giant whoosh of energy, deliciously tingling in my pelvis and dancing it’s way up my spine, as though – and dear reader, I know this sounds odd – but as though the tree and I were engaged energetically in something of an erotic frolic. Surrendering to the waves of bliss, feeling energetically penetrated by pushing and probing roots &amp; tendrils, I had my first orgasm, perched in a tree.</p>
<p>This was the first of many experiences since then, which have prompted me to reconsider the entire framework within which I viewed both sexuality and more widely, the nature of life.</p>
<p>Jay Griffith writes “wilderness and wild nature are sexual…the grinding of shoots thrusting up into the light, the hungry torsion as snake squeezes snake, birds flightily dipping as they twang an orgasm between a wing beats, the delicate incipience of young sexuality in bud and blossom…”</p>
<p>How differently would we teach our children about sex, if we understood that there is no difference between the life force that permeates all living things, and the erotic desire to create? That life is erotic: each moment, a continual creative impulse to come into existence.</p>
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<p>How differently would we think about our relationship to our partners and the world around us, if we stopped thinking of sex as something that only happens behind closed doors between people, involving genitals? As D. H. Lawrence famously lamented, “Oh what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and equinox!”</p>
<p>But my erotic tree escapade and subsequent experiences were more than sensual revelling in the world around me. My felt experience was very much that of the tree as a sentient being, both responsive to me and capable of initiating contact. This of course, going against everything I had ever been taught by mainstream culture, which tells me as a human I am superior in intelligence to everything else, and the lowly world of flora, incapable of perception or consciousness.</p>
<p>What a wonderful thought to remember that for over 90% of our time as human beings on our planet (estimated at 200,000 years), before the birth of agriculture and modern culture, we were intimately connected and in deep relationship to earth. What’s so fascinating about this, is that it’s not just that we had more information about the earth (how animals behave so we can hunt them better, which fruits are edible), or even that our perception was more finely attuned and sensitive, but that our reality, based on our direct, felt experience of our connection to earth, was radically different. We lived in a totally different paradigm.</p>
<p>If we can infer how we used to exist for the majority of our time on our planet, by observing indigenous hunter-gatherer societies that have managed (against all odds) to prevail today, we see that we experienced life all around us &#8211; whether rock or lake, flower or beast &#8211; as sentient, with equal rights and status.</p>
<p>Humans didn’t just ‘believe’ in the interconnectedness and sacredness of all, this was our tangible, sensory experience, our reality. So of course, we would ask for permission from the spirit of the animal we were hunting before killing, why no part of an animal would ever be wasted, why a rock would not be moved without reason, and land could not be ‘owned’. This is why an Apache Indian cannot tell a story without including where on the land it happened – for being alive is so intimately connected to the earth &#8211; that everything that takes place, is in relationship to it. A relationship that is so paramount in our experience of being alive, that words and concepts such as ‘past’ and ‘future’ did not exist as they do now.</p>
<p>How would life on our planet be different if we quietened our busy minds for a moment, listened and felt how the pulsing of life through our veins is the same that pulses through the unfurling of a fern, uniting us all in the web of life? If we could feel our actions being witnessed, even judged, by sentient trees?</p>
<p>We can all see the destruction and suffering that our current paradigm of separation and superiority over life, has created. The most powerful change that can take place will not be top down from governments and institutions, but must come from a collective movement into a new shared experience of life.</p>
<p>It’s up to you and me to rekindle those hidden memories that lie buried deep in our bones, of what it is to live in reverence and with respect for life. So stop. Listen. Climb a tree. You never know just what might happen…</p>
<p>Ruby Luna May</p>
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<p>Ruby May is an edge-dwelling, truth-seeking creative visionary, whose passion lies in combining the fields of sexuality, transpersonal psychology and spiritual ecology and creating playful, transformative &amp; magical spaces where we can learn to live &#8216;beyond our imagination&#8217;.</p>
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		<title>Why Glastonbury at heart is all about connecting</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2014 21:32:36 +0000</pubDate>
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By Connie Allfrey</p>
<p>Glastonbury has been receiving a lot of flack lately – it’s no longer counter-cultural rebellious, but gone a bit Gwyneth, commercial and mainstream I’m told.  This vexes me as it is completely missing the point; Glastonbury is about the commonality that unites us, which will always be so much greater than the flim-flam that divides us.  Set on key leylines, Glastonbury is a spiritual hotspot, evident when the seagulls swoop down and the mushrooms brush up.  All of Nature has a ticket.  </p>
<p>The magic of Glastonbury burgeons from an infinite source; it is a unique festival that unites myriad tribes in its walls, catering to each of their needs.  It represses more than anywhere, it makes Glastogoers jump through hoops to go, but it knows that it can because it swerves goers back into the rhythm of their lives, reminding us all how very easy things can be when we let go, let go, let go.</p>
<p>Thursday night before Glastonbury this year I was pacing up and down my flat, eating nuts and thinking ‘eek!  I know I can make it happen, but should I?’  32 years old, a psychotherapist whose clients think I belong in a chair not a field, lately single having just broken free from the man I love, with whom I got matching tattoos on day four, reading about rain and mud.  Biblical rain that is &#8211; three weeks worth in three hours I read, which seemed an obtuse comment on so many levels.  Sense and circumstance were saying no, but something in me said maybe, like a moth to the flame, I might.  When I went into the bathroom and saw a plump moth on my washing machine I knew it was written, so I sent out the signal &#8211; on Facebook: ‘Help please, I need to go to glasto!’  A ticket popped up from Sophie, my graceful guardian angel, who directed me to her garden shed to retrieve it.</p>
<p>The journey I conjured up from a friend and his girlfriend took five and a half hours, with the Sat Nav set to avoid motorways and the couple’s ensuing tiffs, but Bath looked nice.  I was still feeling doubt, the face on the photographic ticket was not mine and I had nowhere to camp, but a man from M&#038;S at the service station was frothing at the mouth as he told me: ‘come off at the next junction 12, go round the roundabout and they have tents at the shop beside Sainsbury’s, make it happen, froth, froth’.  So I did.  And once I’d found a £30 pop up tent in the sale there, I had my autonomy, if flimsy, small and green.  I flew through the gates with my ticket, who cared that my eyes were brown, Sophie’s blue.  My friends were scattered in teepees or VIP so there was nothing to do but fling up my tent on the edge, in with the vital, vibrant masses, free.</p>
<p>Festivals are about longing, and none more so than Glastonbury – longing for a drink, a friend, a fag, a bite, a buggy.  With such a spread of wonder it is easy to be longing always to be elsewhere, so I decided to be with my own longing and belong.  It was curious to find myself exactly where I wanted to be, as if wherever I went my guide was.  I slipped into the flow of my life, revelling in such extraordinary synchronicity I had to stop the inner somersaults of surprise and just accept that things were happening or that I was making them happen perhaps; at one point I had a hog roast sandwich in one hand and a drink in the other, having neither paid nor asked for either.  I stepped out each morning with my soul as my guide, ears pricked to what music I felt like, happy also to just walk and meander. My friends were often where I went, if not the people I wanted to talk to were there.</p>
<p>I met myriad strangers, with whom I had the same conversation, one of optimism and hope, of awakening and love. I wandered with Danny from Manchester, we talked and thought and shared.  It was not about class, race, gender, musical divides or commerciality, but about connection &#8211; the bit of infinity we share that glimpses out from behind mirrored shades, and over pint glass rims.  There is a part of us that is mortal, that has to crouch over the abyss of the portaloo, that experiences hunger and thirst that needs sating, but there is a part of us that is boundless and it was that part that was engaged over Glastonbury’s heads like a sea siren’s music.  It was open and connected, saying ‘yes! I see you, I hear you, we are the same, we are fingers on a hand, let’s shift the whole tonight’.  I felt connected to everyone in such a deep and visceral way; it felt quite mystic.  A world appeared in which everything was shared, just as our consciousness is, a whole new world of marvel that was so very simple and so fun.  How on earth did things in the normal world get so serious?  </p>
<p>Blind faith was my wristband so there was nowhere off bounds; I went where I wanted, as everyone can.  I&#8217;m aware this piece might sound me me me, but we are all a part of the river that knows how to go around a rock, all we have to do is un-know our conditions and become children once again &#8211; but taller and more directional naturally.  The security guards weren’t looking up in the air where I held my bare wrist high, they were looking down at the doubt in the pockets, fumbling around for nothing, instead of believing they had everything.  With faith you have to see it to believe it, or not see it and never know.  I sipped cider from a bus, burrowed down the Rabbit Hole to dance – and yes there were celebrities there, but aren&#8217;t we all the celebrities of our own lives? I had one special person stay in my tent on the Friday – I saw her place the next day with a silver airstream, champagne and white pillows, but mine was the hotspot on Friday.</p>
<p>The weather was interesting and varied, with the sun disappearing only to make a grander entrance: ‘now you notice me’ he beamed on arrival, casting glimmering shadows across the mud paved with gold.  I much preferred the changeable weather to the previous year’s steady bake; it carried the seasons to my soul and I understood that there was a place of awareness and perfect balance that could meet dark and light, hot and cold, wrong and right, up and down with equanimity.  It was a phenomenal feeling, and when the rainbow sprung up and right round on the threshold of the rain and sun, containing every colour, but which all felt the same, then life felt full of wonder.<a href="/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/IMG_7667.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-6472" src="/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/IMG_7667-1024x1024.jpg" alt="Glastonbury rainbow" width="1024" height="1024" /></a></p>
<p>As for the main event, the psychedelic of my soul, the music, it didn’t matter what it was so long as it was played with faith.  I trundled through the mud towards it on epic walks that were always so much harder and further than I remembered, but which were then forgotten in an instant, like childbirth.  Glastonbury sorts the artists from the egos, as it is those who don’t really care if you are watching, who are so engrossed in their play (like Jack White) you might as well not be there, that transfix you.  Dolly Parton attracted swathes of indifferent punters, who were soon mesmerised by her character and elan.  ‘This has always been my dream’, she declared from under a wig with high hope, before launching into I Will Always Love You as the largest ever Pyramid crowd dissolved into tears.  It was gridlock at the back, where bodies got locked in, trying to go to the edge and around the scrum, but it was clear there was space at the front by the source, if you just squished through.  And breathed.  </p>
<p>I had a thought in one dance tent of getting up on the stage with some mesmeric transvestite dancers doing a routine, and before I’d thought it through properly I had popped up and was dancing along with them, showing off for sure, but moreover feeling free.<br />
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Dance tents were popping with energy, I kissed a girl called El with fake boobs in a bronze bikini – next night she wore a onesie and looked a little sheepish, but at the time who frankly cared, we felt it. Steve looked like a mushroom that had grown up through Glastonbury’s soil, with his ruddy mud complexion and his mushroom hat all oiled.  ‘This too will pass’ he told me.  ‘I always say that’ I agreed, ‘everything changes, today’s article wraps tomorrow’s broken glass!’  </p>
<p>Life sprung up from its sleepers and vibrated very slowly, it shimmered and glistened and shone, and as I wandered home alone, I slipped my Nano on.  After following music all weekend, it was time for me to lead, and I knew I knew you music, I believed.</p>
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<p>I had everything I needed this Glastonbury, though I lost all my money in the mud.  I bought nothing the traditional way, as money was shown to be the symbol that it is; I was generous with what I had an infinite supply of &#8211; talk and energy mostly, though I know I need to go quietly too (next year perhaps) &#8211;  and was overwhelmed by the abundance I received in return.  A friend of a friend who djs whisked me off in his VW campervan to a beautiful hotel for his birthday on the Monday.‘You’re in!’ he said in the rocket tent, though I’d only met him once before.</p>
<p>There were four of us who went to the hotel and had the most magical time, <span lang="EN-US">watching swans dip long necks into the lake and up again, swimming in a cool blue pool and enjoying the remnants of freedom and connection that Glastonbury had instilled in us. Both the spell and the camper van broke on the way back to London, and we had to wait four hours for AA on a sunny roadside bank.  But I found I could celebrate the wait, as like the rain, it would pass, and the ray of bright AA would be that much jaunty for the cloud.</span></p>
<p>I surrendered to the flow of life that knows exactly what it is doing at Glastonbury, and very much hope to stay here.  It was a charmed, enchanted experience, so please still the idea that Glasto’s ‘lost it’, as I just read, as isn&#8217;t that just getting distracted by the finger pointing at the moon?  You have to find it to lose it, and all Glastonbury does is let things be just as they are.  It reminds us what we already know by heart, allowing us to remember who we are and where we are going.</p>
<p>I will be going again next year; I do hope you&#8217;ll come.</p>
<p>***</p>
<p>Please consider signing this important petition. No to Fracking under the festival site and across Somerset. It takes 30 seconds to sign: <a href="http://www.frackfree.org.uk" target="_blank">www.frackfree.org.uk</a></p>
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<p>&#8220;People need to understand that once a fracking Gas rig sets up next to your house, you can&#8217;t sell your property, cancer and leukaemia rates sky rocket and your water supply can become polluted with chemicals and methane. The government is pushing this through at a breakneck speed. If we don&#8217;t stop them, Somerset&#8217;s aquifers and those under the isle of Avalon could be trashed for generations.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Europe&#8217;s last Wilderness faces imminent destruction</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2014 08:41:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Europe has cut down 99% of its forest. 0.5% of what is left is in Romania... and the machines are coming.]]></description>
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<p>It is shocking and disturbing to think that Europe has cut down 99% of its forest. What remains is clearly massively important to conserve. A problem with this otherwise great video is that it appears to suggest that we can protect the wilderness by sending a bus to educate Romanian children. Sadly, it is not Romanian children sending in the machines to rip out the trees &#8211; they haven&#8217;t yet been warped by the economic machine to such madness. Hopefully the European Nature Trust will also try some more direct and radical approaches.</p>
<p>What do you think we should do?</p>
<p><a href="http://www.theeuropeannaturetrust.com/en/" target="_blank">www.theeuropeannaturetrust.com</a></p>
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		<title>&#8220;6&#8243; the Movie Trailer</title>
		<link>https://ecohustler.co.uk/2014/05/09/6-the-movie-trailer/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2014 10:05:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mass extinction is SO last century]]></description>
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<p><a href="http://6themovie.opsociety.org/" target="_blank">www.6themovie.com</a></p>
<p>Utilizing state-of-the-art equipment, Oscar®-winner Louie Psihoyos (The Cove) assembles a team of artists and activists intent on showing the world never-before-seen images that expose issues of endangered species and mass extinction.</p>
<p>Whether infiltrating notorious black markets with guerilla-style tactics or exploring the scientific causes affecting changes to the environment, &#8220;6&#8243; will change the way we see the world and our role within it.</p>
<p>Coming this fall.</p>
<p>facebook.com/6themovie<br />
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instagram.com/oceanicpreservationsociety<br />
#ops6</p>
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		<title>We Were Wanderers On A Prehistoric Earth</title>
		<link>https://ecohustler.co.uk/2014/04/23/we-were-wanderers-on-a-prehistoric-earth/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2014 09:34:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA["...all that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men..."]]></description>
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<p><a href="http://vimeo.com/34127945">We Were Wanderers On A Prehistoric Earth</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/jameswgriffiths">James W Griffiths</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>
<p>We Were Wanderers is our ode to the incredible flora and fauna of Malaysia.</p>
<p>Filming Locations:<br />
Taman Negara National Park<br />
Cameron Highlands</p>
<p>We would like to thank the amazing people of Malaysia for their hospitality and in particular a big thank you to Anne, Dava, Kumar and Rooslee (AKA Bruce Lee) for their invaluable assistance.</p>
<p>Thanks for watching!</p>
<p>Director/Producer/Editor &#8211; James W. Griffiths<br />
Director of Photography &#8211; Christopher Moon<br />
Sound Design and Mix &#8211; Mauricio d&#8217;Orey<br />
Music &#8211; Lennert Busch<br />
Narrator &#8211; Terry Burns</p>
<p>The narration has been adapted from excerpts from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad published 1899</p>
<p>This video is part of the Malaysia, My Journey project. See others at vimeo.com/channels/malaysia</p>
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