Tag Archives: Northern Rivers

“Northern Rivers” Chooses to be FREE of the Scourge of Coal Seam Gas

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“Northern Rivers” Chooses to be FREE of the Scourge of Coal Seam Gas On 15th April 2012, a huge convergence of community at the Channon market grounds informed the world of a unanimously and overwhelming mutual decision to declare the … Continue reading

Business As Usual

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Today 15th November 2011, I went to Centrelink for an appointment with the systemic expectation to produce evidence showing my job search activities. As I’ve been entirely absorbed in my commitments to community events I knew I’d be incapable of … Continue reading

Arbitrary Lines On Old Political Maps As Bent As Rainbows?

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Arbitrary Lines On Old Political Maps As Bent As Rainbows? I keep thinking why is this place I’ve been calling home heavily referenced as the Northern Rivers? North of what? Certainly it’s south of a lot of old historical residue. … Continue reading

CoOperating For The Matrix Of Universal Fire Through Our Power Of Free Will

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This is a pretty mad trip! Included in this story are some concepts that may either reshape the world you had been used to, healthily warping your sense of reality or it could just send you deeper into the expertise … Continue reading

Tinkerbell Trots True Choppers Lopped Loot Gunja Sad View

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Tinkerbell Trots True Choppers Lopped Loot Gunja Sad View A White Crystal Dog day inside an ancient volcano sniffing flowers, spirits speaking and listening 260 days after my 30th spin of the sun As this one born Comes A poet … Continue reading

DPOL’s Report on 2008

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I have been living in the Northern Rivers region of New South Wales, Australia since February 2005. In this period I have existed relatively transiently by participating in the flow offered by the area’s ecosocial disposition. I spent most of … Continue reading