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Who is really part of the anti-mandate movement?

In our latest ‘what-the-hell-is-going-on’ video we dive deep into the mysterious waters lapping outside the official media tent to reveal a parallel universe of thought and intention. The Age newspaper and the broader mainstream media ensemble want us to believe these protests have a hidden, sinister agenda. Maybe they do, but we haven’t seen any evidence of it. If you haven’t been at the protests yourself and want to hear a view from the other side of the discussion, from people who were actually there, we invite you to watch our latest offering.

If you were inspired by the Freedom Keeper who spoke towards the end of the video, here is their website. They have been cancelled from Instagram for telling a different story of wellbeing during Covid. Would you trust a community group working towards community health or Mark Zuckerberg (Instagram owner with a wide array of conflicts of interest)?

And here are some broader questions we have for you in this present moment: What’s going on with political languaging and shame-labelling in Australia right now? Will the othering movement help create the sort of civil unrest that’s occurring in America? Will it help heal the wounds of polarised communities and families? Who is part of the diverse protest movement that the mainstream media don’t want you to know about? Every protest we’ve ever been to has been intentionally misinterpreted by the media be it S11, anti-fracking blockades, climate change rallies, you name it. Each time we see the media reporting on the protests (ranging from the ABC to the fully corporatised press) the same thing occurs: they do everything they can can to discredit the people coming together from all walks of life to label us all as one thing. We say, this is happening once again in these protests.

Please feel free to share your views in the comments.

We hope this post finds you in goodly spirits and in good health, and that wherever you sit within the politics of Covid, you can still hear your neighbour’s perspective and respect their difference.

With much love,

Artist as Family

Vitamin D – The lowest hanging fruit for Covid-era health, rarely picked

Hello Dear Reader,

We’ve been back for three weeks now and we are pleased to present our third video in this weekly Covid series, once again drawing on the vast medical commons that is so rich online. The first video uncovered conflict of interest in media reporting. The second drew on scientists with alternative analysis to what’s reported in the corporatised media. Now we are excited to share this third story with you as we believe it is essential information to hold in our community Covid toolkits. In this video (11 mins) we take a look at the overwhelming scientific literature pointing towards the importance of vitamin D in the unfolding Covid story, and the conspicuous absence of government health advice about vitamin D deficiency and its ‘predictor’ relationship to Covid-19 morbidity and mortality.

Well, we hope you enjoyed this video as much as we did making it. Please find below the articles we drew upon to make this video and please let us know what you think in the comments.

We look forward to sharing our weekly videos with you, and some of the other things we have been up to now we are back home in Djaara Country.

Early homecoming (Gunditjmara to Djaara country in a flash)

With much regret we abandoned our pilgrimage in this little corner

of the River Vu camping ground,

in the southwest corner of the colonial-corporate state of Victoria, in Gunditjmara peoples’ country.

We had made our last video on the road.

Our friends Nikki and Petrus so generously picked us up in Nikki’s ute and we headed home to Djaara mother country with mixed feelings after four months on the road. Our reason for returning home into the hearth of community were twofold. Woody missing his friends was a growing, gnawing issue. But the main reason for our return is the growing threat we face from corporatised government towards non-compliers who are speaking out. Living in a tent increasingly locked out of places where we could obtain food makes us vulnerable, and we’re beginning to appreciate more acutely how life for Indigenous Australians has been for generations. The permission been given to people to be discriminatory has radically worsened through aggressive media campaigns and editorials like this, and we have lost trust in the rule of law to protect people like us from state and other kinds of harm. In the transition from pilgrimage to home coming we made this video, How do we solve a problem like the unvaccinated?

We have returned to so much community generosity and love. We stayed with Nikki for a few days and with friends Sandipa and Sambodhi on their beautiful farm near Lalgambook. Then we packed up our panniers for the last time and rode to our new home.

We have friends living in our home at Tree Elbow for the year, so we’ve rented this little cottage. Thanks to so many people for rallying to find us a home especially Gordon, Kerry, Per, Connor, Pauli and Deanne. This is home for the next eight months.

First things first, get some spuds and toms in the ground,

head to Melbourne to join 100,000 others protesting the new pandemic bill,

begin to make a home (thanks Annie-Mai for the flowers from your garden),

and continue to produce videos that demonstrates the thinking of independent analysis not bought out by big pharma or silenced by government:

Now we are home we will continue to do what we have always done: ask questions, work towards dismantling unjustness and live our lives alongside others who honour the sacredness of the earth. As our hero Vandana Shiva says, ‘We cannot continue on an ecologically destructive path that deepens extractivism, colonialism, patriarchy and inequality, while allowing for corporate expansion and control.’ We all know in our hearts how we want to live: in ways that are respectful of the earth and one another as sovereign beings in all our wondrous diversity.

Snake mackerel dreaming (to the far west of Gunditjmara Peoples’ Country)

After 110 days of riding this pilgrimage we forever find ourselves becoming another story. We ride into bower spinach country, succulent and salty, and it predominates the through lines of our slow traverse. Young seal-play country leads us into the hearth of another family. Emu country runs through stumped pine forests, pulp of which is destined for Japan and other places. And all the while we find kinship and comfort in blue wren, blackwood and magpie countries. Welcome to another post from the road.

From the permeable skin of our Portland fingers runs old story barracouta – snake mackerel. When we handle such story we are altered by it indelibly and microbially. Snake mackerel flows into our story guts. Fish broth. From sea gut to land gut, then on to heart, lungs, brain, through vagus nerve country. Thinking for us derives, in this moment, from old fighting fish slime made in and of Gunditjmara country.

Settler industry toils its wisdom lines through Portland. Nearby monocultured forests are chipped, pulped and shipped around the world for single-use paper products. The local community garden is one of many recipients of the annual penalty Portland’s US-owned aluminium smelter pays to the local council each year for environmental damages – the pissy costs of doing big business on stolen land. On the road we are once again, at times, products and eaters of industrialism. Unlike the food of home (that we tend, perform daily tasks and ritual with, consuming the food medicines of walked-for relations), we become again industrial story by what we put in our guts, by what is available. This is why fishing, with all its story and community, is so important to us. To pivot. To not be so emphatically snared by store-bought, packaged and transported food. To live in more direct relationship with what we consume, as filthy and as violent as such story sometimes demands.

We have all been scored by snake mackerel dreaming,

and we’ve all had old story skins to shed and grow anew since our time in Portland.

The red mark between Blue Wren’s eyebrows (above) is the love bite of old Chinese medicine at play. Both Blue Wren and Magpie received the gift of needles by a Portland healer who allowed us to document the process. Magpie uncharacteristically slept through for several nights after her second treatment, bringing much needed deep sleep.

After leaving Karina and Daryl’s cosy caravan, where we gently laboured to help in each other’s lives, including house painting and a pergola design from us,

and a dry little shelter and clothes mended from them,

we arrived, by the good fortune of mutual friends, in this little cove. A self-contained flat.

The flat is part of a farmlet, lived in by four generations that can be roughly described as the Couttie clan. Introducing Peter, Fifi, Finn, Rory, Caitlin and Aaron.

The eldest of the clan, 91 year old vet Peter, holds much mammalian health knowledge and he was eager to share it. We made two short (great) Grandfather University videos centred on some of his life-long learnings.

The remarkable Peter swims a kilometre three mornings a week, and still carries out much of the farm work. He also cured himself of cancer a few years back.

We had 18 magical days on the farmlet, eating fresh produce, chopping wood, baking bread in the little baker’s oven in the flat, and helping out with various projects. When he wasn’t fishing, Blackwood threw himself at playing with Finn and Rory, and helping with the garden work.

There was an abundance of love and story, fish and citrus. At just nine years old, Blackwood fed two families on one particular night by his patience and skill. He was much praised for the deep nourishment he brought to everyone.

While at the Couttie farm he received reading and writing lessons from Steiner teacher, Grandmother Fifi. Throughout his nine years we have intentionally foregrounded orality and left literacy alone. Blue Wren’s doctoral thesis included a critique of writing, querying whether literacy plays a part in the problem of hypertechnocivility (his term for ecological estrangement) – the terminal psychosocial disease advanced more or less unwittingly by Second Peoples who have lost their stories. While writing bears many gifts, especially as a transmission of story, myth and minority perspectives, it also works to make the world less tangible and more mediated. While story has generally been big in his life, literacy, we’re thankful, hasn’t dominated Blackwood’s first decade. It seems right time for him to learn now, not because we adults push an idea about literacy onto him but because he is becoming curious. Becoming curious about reading and writing coincided with having right guidance in right place. Fifi is a gifted and caring teacher. While Blackwood exercised some of his early pathways into mediated life, Blackwood’s parents also used mediating tools to tell another kind of story,

and share more neopeasant skills from our kitchen on the road.

While at the Couttie’s farmlet Blackwood, who lives mostly in direct relationship with the living and dying of the world, spent a day making a rabbit retrieval tool.

He first spent time selecting the limb, respectfully harvesting it (with words we were not privy to), then fashioning it with his knife.

He then fixed the rubber sling. Bonza tool Woody! Each night on dusk he would stalk the farm rabbits. While he was unsuccessful in hitting and capturing one, he trusts that these skills and knowledges add up,

as they have with his fishing,

his salvaging of discarded or snapped off tackle,

and bike riding. The Couttie’s farm harboured a bike he could borrow and he was in heaven riding kilometres each day on a single-speed BMX. Just to give some perspective, when he is on Merlin-the-tandem with his dad, there are 27 gears to help their transits, just like Magpie’s Cosmo.

When we finally left Portland and the restorative hearth of the Couttie clan we entered bower spinach country. We have followed this songline for some time, but this bountiful edible really came back into our focus over this next leg, incorporating it in many meals.

We rode to Bishops Rock, hopped off our bikes and were immediately greeted with hot tea and cake from two women who were camped for the day in the car park, wishfully awaiting their partners to return with fish.

One couple Lebanese, the other Russian, we exchanged stories on beekeeping, veggie growing, fishing, our favourite Russian band and, of course, Covid before riding on to Bridgewater Bay to find a camp for the night.

Hidden behind wattles and bower spinach covered shrubbery we found a sheltered nook to call home.

We raised the tent and got a fire going.

Blackwood continued on with the bookwork Fifi provided him.

We spent some lovely days at this little camp, cooking the fish Blue Wren speared,

and those that Blackwood caught on his line. Wrass