We are rained in and it looks like we will be for some time. This small coastal town has turned biblically torrential with a soviet sky. They have promised a stage three cyclone but we will most likely receive a left-over lover in the shape of high winds. Sloppy seconds. Very interesting. I watch the crowd here, embraced in the kind of unity that cant be shaken by a little sky disco. They laugh and talk and play music as though it is mid-afternoon at Burning Man, and as the rain bellows down onto the tarp covering our camp kitchen, we know that our intent and solidarity will pull us through to the other side of this Earthly bedlam.
As a citizen of the earth…
I fully have the right…
to harvest water from the sky
to grow my own food in my own home
to harvest energy from the sun and the wind
to contain and reuse my own waste on my own land
to make my shelter comfortable without the use of fossil fuels
and to harvest what others throw away to construct my own home
I am willing to die to defend these rights and to spread the knowledge of how to
achieve them to others.
If six billion other people said this as well…
we would transcend the corporations, the governments, and the federal reserve bank.
We, the people, would always survive.
A way of life that gets people to the point where survival is a song we sing while living.