I can’t stand up for falling down – Elvis Costello

i cant stand upI can’t stand up for falling down
I can’t stand up for falling down


“I Can’t Stand Up For Falling Down”

I’m the living result
I’m a man who’s been hurt a little too much
And I’ve tasted the bitterness of my own tears
Sadness is all my lonely heart can feelI can’t stand up for falling down
I can’t stand up for falling down

Simple though love is
Still it confused me
Why I’m not loved the way I should be
Now I’ve lived with heartaches
And I’ve roomed with fear
I’ve dealt with despair
And I’ve wrestled with tears

I can’t stand up for falling down
I can’t stand up for falling down

The vow that we made
You broke it in two
But that don’t stop me from loving you

I can’t stand up for falling down
I can’t stand up for falling down

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Retreat! – Sharon Jones




I see you coming from a mile away
And you’re looking real cocky
You think you can keep the sea at bay
But it’s about to get mmm choppy
Play with me and you play with fire
I can make you pay
I’ll burn you up if it’s my desire
Do you hear what I say?
Boy you don’t know what I’m all about
I’ll chew you up and then I’ll spit you out
So if you know what’s good for you

Retreat yeah
Step back boy ’cause you can’t fix crazy
Retreat, Retreat, yeah
Raise your wife at night cause I’m comin’ in blazin’
Retreat, ’cause it’s my way baby
And I don’t care none about the rest of you
That’s what I say baby
And I don’t care if it makes sense to you

Taking you apart is my kind of fun
I count to three and you better run
One, two, three
Here I come

Retreat, yeah

Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned
Retreat retreat
I will make you wish you was never ever born
Retreat, retreat yeah
What a fool you’d be to take me on
Retreat yeah come one
Come on
Retreat, yeah
Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned
Retreat retreat
I will make you wish you was never ever born
Retreat, retreat yeah
What a fool you’d be to take me on
Retreat yeah come one
Come on
Come on
You know you can’t fix things
I’m coming in blazing

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What meditation really is – John Kabat Zinn

John Kabat Zinn shares his ideas on what meditation really is.

I have a lot of different responses to that question…

living you rlife as if it really mattersI would say that meditation is living your life as if it really matters.
and that means you gotta be here for it
with awareness
and a certain degree of kindness
towards one’s self.

and an understanding of
the deep connected-ness
of all life
and all being.

The first foundation
of mindfulness
is the body
so that’s
a wonderful
place to start.

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likely the effects of a particularly powerful psychological trauma…

the effects of a particularly powerful trauma

“may well be the effects of  particularly powerful psychological trauma”

These are the words of Eugene Bleuler when he first coined the term “schizophrenia” as a way of naming and understanding what he had been observing in patients in his care who had already been deemed without hope.

It is interesting how in the hundred years since the institutions of what has come to me termed  “mental health” have ignored and brushed aside the first part of this understanding and taken the second part directly to heart.

One hundred years on, the mercilessly constructed story that so pervades our culture now has it that “particularly sensitive individuals” have become de-human- ised and cast into the zone of non-humans as biologically defective wretched of the earth: “the mentally-ill”. Further, that what they experience is not “particularly powerful trauma” but the effects of their weakness deemed as some biological deficiency.

It is interesting how with only one hundred years of telling it that story has become so powerful that it has come to colonise our understanding of ourselves.  This systematically constructed lofty edifice of lies serves to deny what people like Charcot, Bleuler, Freud, and many others had been bringing to the fore a hundred years and more ago and that research is now demonstrating as undeniable fact.

Life experiences [can] leave us deeply wounded.
If we want to reduce serious mental illness then we must seriously address not just the effects of being wounded by our experiences but of the harm done by institutions institutions of psychiatry and those allied to it have for over a hundred years now, been part of systematically denying and reflecting from that, serving to protect those most culpable and blame those most vulnerable.

Trauma means wound.

Psychological trauma- a term first used by William James only three years before Bleuler incorporated it into his understanding  –  leaves us with Thorns in The Spirit.

The shit that happened is the shit that happened – so long as we continue to deny the harm caused by adverse experiences, we dehumanise those who most need our support and compassion so they can heal.

Bleuer and others intuited it a hundred years ago. We now, and for some time have known, that around 80% of people diagnosed with that cluster of life sentences called “serious mental illness”  have experienced serious adverse experiences in early years.

It is time to stop hiding the truth so we can find more compassionate ways of supporting those who have suffered long enough from the thorns left in their spirit.

Shifting our understanding of trauma away from our current concept of trauma as event – who did what – to an understanding trauma as the effect left within us, can help us be more open to  finding paths to understanding how wounds from any of life’s experiences can affect us.

From there we can begin to better enable and support people to find healing.


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American Idiot – Green Day


Don’t want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It’s calling out to idiot America.

American Idiot

Don’t wanna be an American idiot.
Don’t want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

Well maybe I’m the faggot America.
I’m not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

Don’t want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It’s calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn’t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We’re not the ones who’re meant to follow.
For that’s enough to argue.

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someday we’ll know – new radicals

someday we'll know

I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow

I watched the stars crash into the sea




Ninety miles outside Chicago
Can’t stop driving
Don’t know why
So many questions
I need an answer
Two years later you’re still on my mind
What ever happened to Amelia Earhart
Who holds the stars up in the sky
Is true love once in a lifetime
Did the captain of the titanic cry

Someday we’ll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we’ll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we’ll know
Why I wasn’t meant for you

Does anybody know the way to Atlantis
Or what the wind says when she cries
I’m speeding by the place that I met you
For the ninety seventh time tonight

Someday we’ll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we’ll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we’ll know
Why I wasn’t meant for you

Someday we’ll know
Why Sampson loved Delilah
One day I’ll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you’ll know
That I was the one for you
I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
I watched the stars crash into the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren’t you here with me

Someday we’ll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we’ll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we’ll know
Why I wasn’t meant for you
Why Sampson loved Delilah
One day I’ll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you’ll know
That I was the one for you

Seeing you in February was great
Cliches all come true ‘time heals all wounds’
I went to get us our ninth drink
And you ran out the door with another guy
I woke up on the floor with my shoes on
A smile on my face and I didn’t even care

Written by Gregg Alexander, Danielle Brisebois, Debra Holland • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
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I am amazed by the strength of the human spirit and never give up hope

Lucy Johnstone walks us through a day in her life working as clinical psychologist on a community mental health team in an area of great social depravation.

She explains how, rather than simply hand them a list of symptom to check off, in order to reduce the process to, as John Read says: “picking a name and choosing a colour” they work by listening, seeking to  understand a person’s distress in context of their whole life;  to come up with ways of making sense of their distress as normal response to the life challenges they face; and suggest ways to move forward.

Often it’s easy to understand why a person is struggling, sometimes it’s more complex and takes more time and more of the team to share their perspective before it starts to make sense.

It’s often quite easy to see why someone might be low in mood, or panicky, or hearing voices telling them they are worthless.

Sometimes the reasons are less obvious,…

However it manifests within  an individual, human struggle and distress always makes sense in context of whole life experiences. if only we take time to listen and open our mind to what we might hear, we can understand.

‘Just because somebody says something that doesn’t make sense, that does not mean they’re crazy. It  means we’re not smart enough to understand”
V.J. Ramachandran

Guardian, Fri 31, Oct 2014

Lucy-Johnstone-012I am amazed by the strength of the human spirit and never give up hope

In her job as a clinical psychologist based in an area of high social deprivation, Lucy Johnstone hears some harrowing stories

Lucy Johnstone

Every day as I drive to work, I know I am going to hear some truly harrowing stories.

I’m a clinical psychologist working in a community mental health team. The first task, if it is a Thursday, is making possible the weekly meeting where we take an in-depth look at the reasons for a particular client’s breakdown. We spend about an hour sharing our thoughts, feelings and knowledge of the evidence, and this enables us to summarise our ideas about the possible reasons for the client’s current distress.

A typical person might have been bullied, neglected or abused as a child; subjected to domestic violence as an adult; and now be on benefits and struggling to feed and clothe their children.

It’s often quite easy to see why someone might be low in mood, or panicky, or hearing voices telling them they are worthless. Sometimes the reasons are less obvious, and we arrange to meet again once we know the client better. There are rarely simple solutions, but by checking our ideas with the client, we can usually come up with a tentative explanation that clarifies the meaning of their distress, normalises their reactions, recognises their strengths, and suggests some ways forward.

We are based in an area of high social deprivation, and many people’s difficulties are augmented by long-term unemployment, poverty and lack of resources. Merthyr Tydfil, just up the road, is often cited as having one of the highest rates of anti-depressant prescribing in the UK. It’s an unhelpful stereotype for a close community with many strengths. There’s lots of good work going on: for example, a pioneering mental health project offering a range of walk-in classes and groups has just been set up.

No one in the team stops for lunch, but sharing an open plan office allows for plenty of informal discussion during the day. I can check whether anyone has been in contact with a client who didn’t keep her appointment with me, or give some thoughts about someone else’s client who may be in crisis.

In the afternoon I see clients for individual therapy. Many of them are multiply traumatised, and it can take months for them to build up enough trust to reveal their most terrifying secrets. Demand for therapy far outstrips supply, and there is constant pressure to keep the psychology waiting list within reasonable limits. I am constantly amazed by the strength of the human spirit, and I never give up hope for someone’s recovery.

Clinical psychologists are often sceptical about the language of diagnosis and illness. From my perspective, people haven’t had the misfortune to develop schizophrenia, bipolar disorder or personality disorder in addition to their other struggles. Rather, they are experiencing understandable reactions to their life circumstances. The core role of a clinical psychologist is to promote this kind of sense-making within teams. Some degree of tension between these viewpoints is common in psychiatry. In day-to-day clinical work, the most important thing is to come up with a workable consensus. I’ve found this easier to achieve here than in some previous jobs, and I feel we work well together as a team. Perhaps the local demographics make it more obvious that people generally have pretty good reasons for breaking down. I wish the media, whose reports on mental health are often infuriatingly ill-informed, could grasp these points as well.

Every day as I drive home, I have to find a way of putting the day’s stories behind me. Like most mental health professionals, I find this has become easier with practice. The trick is to maintain the ability to empathise and listen without despairing or becoming overwhelmed yourself. By the time I greet my family, I have usually succeeded in putting the working day to rest.

Lucy Johnstone is the author of A straight talking introduction to psychiatric diagnosis

Original here

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One-in-three people suffer paranoia induced by researchers with clipboards on subway

third of brits









DrKen PlaceboFrom our Placebo Psychiatry Correspondent

DrKen Placebo


As  my mentor, Dr Stanley Unwin said:
ooH!  Frabjous, frabjous Joy!
Enfoldiwold manifestunfoldywoldy.

Article published in Brexit Journal of Pigeon Pokers:  BJP Article
Telegraph:                                                                                  British population highly paranoid

A crack team of  crack cognitive psychology researchers took a break from torturing pigeons to show us how much they know about an infinitesimally tiny corner of the universe and to demonstrate  the validity of using virtual reality as a valid way to elicit paranoid responses .

Like d’oh! have they never been on facebook? 

The team snagged, like, two-hundred victims and subjected them to immersion in a VR-world that simulated riding on London underground with a bunch of “droogs” n “characters” they’d invented.

Two thirds of victims responded in ways that had them ticking boxes like at ticky-box thing on ticky-box diagnostic questionnaires like some pigeon-in-a-Peter-piper-picked- -peck-of-Paranoic-pokemon-pepper-pig-poke thing.

Hence the headline: “Two Thirds of Brits Paranoid”.
You can watch the price of drug company shares go up with every click on that clicktastic clickbait.

Victims were subject to a barrage of nineteen  “measurement instruments” – questionnaires to you and me – in order for the crack-team of po-faced wise-cracking crack-researchers to determine if people were paranoid, fake paranoid or pigeons – including one that tested for the kind of weird-n-wonky perceptual wibblies known to arise from having been immersed into VR world .

Shame they didn’t include a measuring instrument for testing susceptibility to persecutory thoughts brought about by being observed by an army of clipboards-r-us psychonauts armed with a mountain of of cognitive questionnaires.

Like, that’d never leave you feeling like the people are watching you are a bit too creepy for your liking.

Funny how they spend money on this shit and don’t even give out free pens
– unless, of course they have a drug company’s name on em.

Come on, they din’t even ask folks the most interesting questions, like:

  • Would you feel more creeped out travelling on our fake VR creepster Tube,  or on the real London Underground?
  • Who’s creepier, the dudes in the VR or the researchers asking you these questions?
  • Add your own favourite [here]…

Note: clipboards-r-us is a registered trademark.

Please note we don’t recommend anything, anytime – but certainly don’t recommend riding the subway staring at people with your clipboard and ticking boxes.
…at least not unless you got free stuff to hand out.

“You cant do science on this stuff”- 
Well,  that’s just not true.
We can “do science” on anything.
We just need smarter scientists and smarter researchers.

Paranoia,  here,  is defines as “any unreasonable fear.”
Well let’s see now, how “scientific” is that?

Unreasonable to whom? from what perspective, in what context?
and in context of who’s life experiences?

This is the kind of “science” that relies upon “because I say so”.
In the same way that it used to rely upon “my god is bigger than your god”

That’s not science that’s anti-science – using power to draw a veil of ‘science” to bully people.

“Paranoia” always makes sense from a human experience perspective- it’s jusy that to understand we need look beyond the end of the average researchers nose.

Want a better way to make sense of paranoia?

The image is from a TEDx Talk by Jim Van Os, where he’s illustrating how the list of what are regarded as “symptoms” of a larger “illness” or some other “problem” we call “psychosis” and “paranoia” are actually everyday experiences – and how between one-third and two-thirds of us are experiencing at least one, right now.

His explanation of that kind of experience that we can all have and which gets called “paranoia” makes much more sense than the nebulous nether regions these researchers are poking around in to justify getting more grants so they can go freak more people out on the subway. I suggest they stop poking folks and join these folks. Improveverywhere.com
Jim van Os and his team have a much more useful way to use technology too….


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A Good Use of Heartbeats – Caleb Behn

An excellent profile by Rebecca Carter on Caleb Behn activist and lawyer.

A Good Use of Heartbeats: An Interview With First Nations Activist Caleb Behn

caleb-behnFriday, 01 February 2013 00:00By Rebecca Carter, Truthout | Interview 

Caleb Behn along the proposed Enbridge pipeline route at the Morice River in Houston British Columbia. (Photo: Rebecca Carter)

First Nations activist, attorney and writer Caleb Behn talks about the continuing colonial incursions into his Dene homeland in Northeastern British Columbia, his family and nation’s fight against the extractive industries and bringing Idle No More to a minus-35-degrees-Celsius-environment.

By the age of 31, Caleb Behn had endured 18 facial reconstructive surgeries. He has had 20 screws and 7 plates in his face. At the age of 10, he had his lips sewn shut.

Caleb Behn: I was born with a cleft upper palate and the source of that is unknown, but it is disproportionate amongst indigenous people. It may be a genetic predisposition, but as a result I’ve always had a keen interest in the effect of toxins on children and their development,” he explained. “I’ve spent a lot of time under the knife and having been born humbly, and having to suffer and experience so much pain made me realize that I want to commit myself as a man to trying to relieve that pain in others.”

Caleb is the focal point of a new documentary called Fractured Land by filmmakers Fiona Rayher and Damien Gillis, which explores the ever-deteriorating symbiosis between humanity and the land that we are privileged to inhabit.

Hailing from the Dene homeland in Northeastern British Columbia, Caleb grew up adjacent to the oil and gas industry. He has witnessed from an early age the devastating effects that the industries have had on the environment and the unique and often difficult social climate that arises when cultures clash. With the advent of fracking, an unconventional method of extracting oil and gas, the toll on the land and its people has increased tenfold in the past decade. With degrees in both law and political science, Caleb has been at the forefront of the indigenous movement, representing his people in the centuries-long battle to protect their land and, in turn, the very core of their culture.

Industrial Impact

I grew up in an interesting and beautiful country. We have large amounts of resources of every kind, except uranium – thank God – but we have pretty much everything else.

They’ve been (conventional) drilling here since the ’60s, and Halliburton will say, “Oh, we’ve been fracking since the ’50s,” and I think that’s misleading.

What we saw back in 2007 was the first real rise in unconventional industry development and it happened very quickly. There was water tribute restructuring in Alberta and the oil and gas majors in response didn’t like that, so they pushed out of Alberta and sent their guys east and west to Saskatchewan and British Columbia. The western Canadian basin has the largest hydrocarbon deposit on earth, which just so happens to be contained almost entirely on Treaty 8 land. [Approximately 840,000 square kilometers of land guaranteed to First Nations in the 8th treaty signed between the indigenous of people of North America and the Queen of England in 1899.]

Alberta is very conservative and has always been the bastion of oil and gas and always pushing for the unconventional, so in 2007 we started to see coal bed methane, and then the timber sales, and then we really started to engage the question of fracking.

I always got the history from both my grandpas about how the land had changed in the last 100 years. The land that I grew up in, the land that I thought of as normal by our standards was not. There used to be way more moose and more everything, more beaver, more martins. I always knew that our land was being significantly impacted. There’s a lot of impact because there’s more and more and more development; there’s more forestry, way more petroleum development roads – and with every road comes a parallel increase in every other industry and of course non-indigenous hunters, trappers, campers and I’ll speak quite frankly, a lot of the oil industry guys that I see in our territory aren’t very progressive people; they like big power toys; they like big trucks; they like big guns and they don’t like Indians and they like to mess up the land.

Culture Clash and the “Roughnecks”

The roughneck (oil rig crew worker) culture has come to be a serious and significant culture within the Canadian social mosaic. They use the term roughneck as a term of pride. I don’t mean to judge all of the industry, I know there’s lots of good people, and some of my family works in the industry. I don’t mean to judge them all, but my experience has been there’s a lot of people, a disproportionate amount of rough-and-tumble people, who give conservatives a bad name. There’s a lot of white supremacy, a lot of racism, a lot of biker and biker wannabes. Racism, sexism, and violence against women: These are all big issues and they’ve been identified by public health officials in the territory, but it’s been like that since the beginning. Social dynamics change because cultures change. I suspect there’s violence in most of the resource extraction industries and I suspect that it’s a psychological by-product of the environmentally destructive process, but those are my values speaking. I just have my perspective; I don’t want to stand in judgment. There’s not always violence. There are some great guys who come; there are so many interesting stories of human interaction. There’s something to be said for our territory, we’ve had the missionaries, the settlers, the farmers, the trappers, we’ve had the oil guys and the gas guys and the unconventional gas guys and the dambuilders who come in and they change things – not just on the land, but within the human culture and, speaking frankly, it’s not been good for the indigenous population: That’s the consistent dynamic.

Roots of Activism and Leadership

My grandfather, George Behn was the grand chief of Treaty 8. My mother’s father, John Doty Sr. was the vice grand chief of Treaty 8, so the way that I grew up I was deep in the nation’s politics. I was very aware of the industry; I have family involved in it. We’ve always had this love/hate kind of dual relationship where some family members work in the industry and some family members hate the industry and choose to fight it. I knew that they were impacting our way of life, our land, our family and I can remember from 3, 4, 5 years old … they would have us come and sit in as children and serve tea and just listen to the political discussions our families and our people would have on these issues.

There was a boom in the gas industry in ’83 in our territory and I was born in ’81, so as I came up there were big questions about aboriginal rights in Canada, aboriginal rights generally and what we were going to do as families and as a people – so I was quite engaged and lucky and privileged to be trained traditionally.

My family is very political, but the other side of it is both of my grandfathers try to stay very close to the land; they are very traditional, and my mother’s father was one of the most renowned hunters and trappers and elders in the territory. You can’t describe this man; he’s the epitome of indigenous values. We hunted every summer; we trapped every winter and he was very traditional, very soft-spoken. He’s the one that trained me how to hunt, fish and trap. Hunting with him, I saw my first kill at 4; I got my first gun, a pellet gun, at 4 years old and I was hunting actively from then on.

I killed my first deer when I was 12 and [that] was kind of a big deal. When you kill your first big animal you’re kind of seen as a man within the family and culture. I killed my first moose and my first black bear at 15. When I was 7 years old, me and my grandpa we were out trapping and we caught a seismic exploration team on his trap line and that was the first time I had seen my grandpa get really angry and really upset and we went home and the next day we were calling the family saying they’re exploring up here. So at 7 years old, I was already aware of what happens when the initial exploration happens, the impacts on the indigenous people and the impact on the hunters.

I went to law school because I got tired of paying our indigenous lawyers massive amounts of money to argue what I thought I could argue just as well. I’ve always been attracted to law I think because I come from an oral tradition and trained to be a leader traditionally … and I don’t mean to sound vain: the path of leadership in my community is one of servitude and one of humility. To speak on behalf of your community is a massive responsibility and it’s a hard road. I finished my undergrad in 2007, and when I came home we got wrapped up in this massive fight with oil and gas development and I found this to be a kind of colonial war; and if I’m going to get caught up in a war, I want to fight effectively and lawyers are the only citizens in Canada who are allowed by right to speak to a judge. It’s a very powerful tool, so I decided to get that tool on behalf of my people. My degree has been entirely focused on the nexus between environmental law and indigenous people

Idle No More

I was in Ottawa when Chief Theresa Spence began her hunger strike. I went down and met with her on the third day of her fast and I started hearing about Idle No More, and I started seeing these flash mobs and these videos and I couldn’t wait to get home. I helped arrange our Idle No More here in Fort Nelson, with my chiefs and trustees … who are all women. It’s really heartening to see the women reclaiming their rightful place as leaders in the community and I don’t just mean in my territory, but in Canada and even globally…. I was the only male in the room as we were planning this event.

In a rural place like this, where it’s minus 35 degrees Celsius, you can’t flash mob dance outside because our elders will die, so we’ve had to approach it differently. We had a little flash mob in town. We went to the local school government offices there and had a demonstration, and then we drove around town with all of our trucks with signs, honking our horns and shutting down traffic. It was a very northern thing to do in the spirit of these flash mobs and these round dances and these spontaneous expressions of hope and pride and just the rejection of being idle.

In general, for me, it’s been invigorating and I think it’s interesting when you compare it to Occupy. Some people are saying that Occupy was about the money and Idle No More is about the land. I’m not sure if I fully believe that, but there are some very salient observations there. The way I understand it is, just to stop being idle in the face of constant colonial encroachment. The land is a fundamental issue, but it’s not the land; it’s the environment and not the western-centric idea of land as something that needs to be protected so that you can use it later. The land is what we are obliged to protect; it’s more than us; I fight for the land because it is that which is greater than me and I have to live a life and conduct myself in a way that honors it. The land focus isn’t just about land; it’s also about culture.

Next Steps

In the next six to eight months, I’d like to see legal personhood extended to water bodies. In my own work, I’d like to see indigenous values, concepts and traditions become incorporated into the law of the country, provincial and federal – and my hope is to take that global. I’d like to spend my life on trying to bring indigenous laws made around natural resource development to be as strong, as recognized, as received and as compelling as the western colonial law, because I believe that within indigenous law are very different perspectives on how we as human beings interact with the natural world and I think that there are very pragmatic principles that deal with the destructive potential that we have now as a species that was never in existence before. My goal is to empower that vision through scholarship and through legal activism and through my own personal life.

I read this interesting research paper back when I was younger about how most mammals have the same amount of heartbeats regardless of their size … whales, hummingbirds, tortoises, humans … we have different life spans but we have a relatively consistent heartbeat in our lives and that made me realize that the clock is ticking; you only get so many heartbeats and I wanted to make mine count for as much as possible and I believe that helping to end the suffering and erosion of tradition in the world expanding around us will be a good use of my heartbeats.

Fractured Land is still in production and seeking donations to help complete the film. To view a demo of the documentary, or for more information on how you can donate and get involved please visit here.

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Spirit of Keith Moon – Peter and The Test Tube Babies

1986-soberphobia (1)Well a voice spoke to me
but it weren’t my own,
someone was coming thru’
on the psychic telephone.
He said
“Hi Arsehole”
I’m coming thru’,

Peter & The Test Tube Babies – Spirit Of Keith Moon

As I stood in the lobby waiting for my key,
I felt something strange happening to me.
I rushed up to my room and shut the door,
the room was empty but I weren’t alone no more.

Well a voice spoke to me but it weren’t my own,
someone was coming thru’ on the psychic telephone.
He said “Hi Arsehole” I’m coming thru’,
let’s have some fun now and smash up this room.

I wanna throw things out the window,
I wanna smash up the room.
‘Cause I’ve been possessed by,
the spirit of Keith Moon.

Well out the window went the TV followed by the phone,
then we covered all the walls with fire extinguisher foam.
We tore the sink from the wall and let the bath overflow,
then watched it hit the pavement, ten floors below.

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