Globalisation the biggest fraud that happened;

Hallelujah cried the people, how wonderful is Globalisation.
They always do when the big shots and their handmaidens approve of something which will in the end just benefit the ones who have instigated it, which is not even 1% of the population.
The people believed all the lies.
Hallelujah they sang, peace upon us all. No more wars. wonderful, rich, good times ahead. We all will be prosperous, all nations will flourish.
All lies, helped and implemented by most governments in the hands of corporatism, the nastiest, headed by sociopaths and psychopaths. These people are very dangerous, they want it all, always. They work behind the scene to achieve and succeed. They instigate all wars for their own profits. They do not care for the well being of  nations, they care only for themselves and their greed for might and money.

Women and men have worked hard over centuries for a decent living, decent working conditions, decent laws; schools, universities, medical, all affordable to the common people.With the help of lawless and weak governments, Corporations dismantled laws which protected the money market, work, etc.Central banks  were privatised and are now owned by the Rothschild family. Governments must pay interest to these private bank if they borrow money. Countries are in debt, Moneys, gold, which belongs to the people is stolen from them to make  the Rothchild's the richest of this world. Terror and other means have been implemented to cow the people. So many lies, all lies; Hallelujah.

Ts


 

Sunday, always the land.

Cultivation, vineyards and Olive groves

and...

most wonderful bush, uncultivated land 

....always changing sky

All we have,

.... unscrupulous governments allow unscrupulous corporations destroy the land and water for ever,  with short term Coal seam mining.

Coal seam gas (CSG) mining is an invasive form of unconventional gas mining.  It usually involves tens of thousands of gas wells, with roads, pipelines, compressor stations, wastewater dams, and other infrastructure.  A CSG project can spread across hundreds of thousands of hectares of land.

What are the risks?
There have been numerous risks and problems identified with invasive CSG gasfields.  These include encroachment on good farming land, disruption of other land uses and industries, clearing of bushland, air pollution, contamination or depletion of ground or surface water, pollution of waterways, health impacts on workers and nearby residents, and damage to biodiversity.

How is coal seam gas extracted?
Coal seam gas is extracted by drilling a well vertically through rock strata until reaching the coal seam, at which point the well may also be drilled out horizontally to increase access to the methane gas. Coal seams contain both water and gas. During coal seam gas operations the water must be pumped out of the coal seam to lower the pressure and allow the gas to flow to the surface.

Hydraulic fracturing, more commonly known as fracking  is used to stimulate and accelerate the flow of coal seam gas. The process involves high pressured injection of sand, water and chemicals into the coal seam gas well. The injection causes fractures in the coal seam allowing the gas to flow to the surface of the well.
There are significant concerns associated with hydraulic fracturing including the potential to contaminate water sources and cause earthquakes. A report by the Committee for Economic Development of Australia[1] said: "In addition to concerns over contamination of aquifers from the chemicals added to fracking fluid, issues have also been raised about contamination of water supplies from fugitive gas after fracking, and seismic activity and tremors associated with the drilling and fracking process".
Fracking has been used during coal seam gas operations in both Queensland and New South Wales.

read more here

http://www.lockthegate.org.au/about_coal_seam_gas

©Photos Ts 

It was a little Kingdom;

A grazing property in the Northern Rivers.

From my diary “Under a hotter sun”.

The paddock;
We walked down to the river flats. All five of us shouldered hoes and bush knives.
We had the task to eradicate thistles, rushes and more weeds that had the tendency to choke the grass.
Thistles grew in abundance. They were never in jeopardy by wild swinging hoes and bush knives by a bunch of determined people declaring war to innocent weeds. Our friend Reg said, where thistles grow the soil is very fertile. What I thought was that Reg just wanted to console us, when he saw the task we had ahead of us.

Part of the property, grazing bulls. Left is Willie and youngsters. we had another old, big one called Jumbo James.

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While we hacked and slashed at the big whoppers, my eyes strayed to the riverbank. The water dark and serene. Tiny flower petals fell gracefully and settled on the water highlighted by the odd sun ray penetrating the thick vegetation.

The heat, the buzz of insects, the monotonous task soon led me into a dazed dreaming.

The sunlight sharp like molten silver pierced my eyelids; there suddenly, I glimpsed graceful people whom had lived in this area a long time before us. 

Our Herefords on the move. they had 2 huge paddocks to change from time to time, to give the grass a chance to recover and regrow.

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The tall, proud men ahead, strode with long measured paces. Women and 

children with delicate limbs, followed, happily chatting and laughing .

They stopped in their track when they saw me. Their hands with long slim fingers flew up and waved. A very old woman gazed at me; fathomless, black eyes met mine.

The property in time of the flood. The flood rejuvenated the soil  while  the cattle moved up to the higher, sheltered bush area to graze.

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The earth stood still, when she reached out and handed me a small woven dilly bag. I hesitated to take it. I had nothing to give her in return. She quietly pressed the gift into my hands a tiny smile on her lips.
My fingers curled around the small bag, felt the exquisite work of the woven fibres.

On the move to the bush.

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The chatter and laughter resumed, faded, far away the last tinkle of a child’s laughter died.

My hands hung empty, the fingers still curled around nothing. I felt bereft. The hoe left laying on top of wilting, silvery purple flowers.
The world returned to its endless chores. The buzz and hum of insects, the twitter of a bird, the flap of a wing, and the silent pursuit of underground creatures.

Friendship.

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The heat continued its onslaught; sun rays radiated glittering stars into the sky.
Sweat trickled from my hot brow, pale rivulets on my dusty face.
I dried my moist face with my sunhat, blinked into the shimmering heat. I adjusted my sunglasses that had carelessly fallen to the ground and looked around to my family; they were busy at their task.

Pigs and hens love to be outside to forage and enjoy the sun. Poor animals, which  are always restrained and  kept inside and are not allowed to roam, enjoy the outside,  an animal's normal way of life.

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I gazed up to this immensely blue sky; swatted lethargically at flies and my spirits vanished when I looked at this sea of purple. The hoes went whack, whack and the purple heads fell to their grave. Their dry, prickly heads hold also trillions of seeds for next years crop. I shuddered when I thought of it.




I am on my way to look for Susi, the orphan wallabi which we took care of as it lost its Mum earlier on.  She had an accident with a car.

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The girls had enough and vanished, drawn to the cool, dark river that beckoned and promised relief from the heat and monotonous work. I listened to their noisy splashes.
Peter and I plod on, whack, whack slash one more purple thistle gone.





Lilli and Susi.



The Flame trees of  Home.




Kaneki, a rescue Cockatoo. One day a few wild cockatoos came and visited him. With his funny walk  he went towards them and said:" Hello, hello". The other cockatoos, I guess, thought, he was crazy. It was rally funny



Jacquei and her pet Manx kitten Tomi, also a rescue, the mother died while it was still tiny and the kitten had to be fed with a bottle.



The toys on the farm. One day Jacquie drove into a drain, as she forgot that their was one. She walked home and I heard the horn going and thought something had happened. She asked me where am I, She had a concussion.



Looking after the chooks.






The Herefords.




Mums and calves.




In the yard to check for ticks. The tick man checked the cattle for ticks.







The beloved pets.




Our jilleroos.



The girls ready to go to school



The beautiful Coldstream River, much fun in summer.









The home in the "Bush"












My garden.




The grazing property;






©Photos/Text Ts 

Tuesday thoughts; privileged to be a billboard.

How extremely blasé and obsessed has our society become with Designer merchandise. We are supposed to wear the right shoes, dresses and all the rightly named accessories.

Without thinking nations have become billboards for Nike, Pike, Sike, Like and whatever all these names mean or the merchandise produced behind it. 

The name cults go much further. Simple everyday day tap ware must have the right name. I must laugh when they show a  home and the owner describes proudly a tap in all its glory as a Vola 131. I am not disputing that the Vola 131 is an extremely, beautiful and handsome tap, and had its birth I think in Scandinavia in the 1950s 60s,  who cares.  I am amazed that people have come so far in the 21st century to be proud to have a branded tap in their bathroom or kitchen.

Photo/ Malawi charity water.

 We are not just happy anymore, that we have water hot and cold and all shades in between to come out of a tap. No, this  is certainly not enough for many. They need the glory of branded tap ware. A showerhead made by Gucci. The bathtub tried first by Prada and a toilet straight out of the designer guild of Mr. Crapper.

Long live the living billboard masses,  very useful for advertisements.

© Text Ts 

Heaps of books to read.

Dust; Yvonne Adhiambo Owour;  Africa, Kenya comes alive.

Civilisations of Ancient Iraq; Benjamin R. Foster; Karen Polinger Foster.

 How dare our modern, western  civilisation go in there and destroy this ancient world. They did with impunity calling it a cake walk, such barbarians.

A most dangerous book; Christopher B. Krebs.  Tacitus's Germania from the Roman Empire to the Third Reich. It is said that history is always written by the victor powers.

How to manage your slaves; Marcus Sidonius Falx with Jerry Toner. Slavery was a core institution in the Roman world. It almost never occurred to anyone, that slavery might be dispensed with or that it was morally reprehensible. If this would have been published 2000 years ago it would have topped the management charts. Are today's "wage slaves" really so much different? How different are we from the Romans?

The dark side of Love; Rafik Schami. Above St.Paul's Chapel in Damascus,  a body hangs in  a basket over the city wall...

The Towers of Samarkand; James Heneage. ...torn away from all he loves,  Names like Tamerlane, Mongolia, Constantinople, the world in the 14th century.

The Drowning Lesson; Jane Shemilt; I am in yesterday's clothes...a year on Emma remains haunted....

The Stylist's guide to NYC; Sibella Court.  Probably THE Eden for unusual merchandise. Haberdashery; oddities and Curiosities; Kitchen and Table Paraphernalia, and more and more, what does exist is available. 

Now go and read.

Where I live...

I live where the sun shines.

©Photos/Text Ts 

Sepia Saturday 16th July 2016

Pictures, palaces, and bingo numbers are amongst your possible themes this week for Sepia Saturday 339 …

I want to showcase the Eclecticism, a mixing of various architectural styles and ornamentation of the past. Eclecticism in architecture was very popular in the second half of the 19th century.

Here a variation of rooflines from Australian country towns in Queensland and New South Wales.

Stucco

A plaster used as a coating for walls and ceilings, and often used for decoration; it is common to many parts of the world.

Frieze

A band of richly sculpted ornamentation on a building.

Bundaberg

The part of a building that rises above the building’s eaves. Rooflines can be highly decorative, with balustrades, pediments, statuary, dormer windows, cross gables, etc.

Township of Maclean NSW still steeped in Art deco. Hopefully, all these old buildings will be restored to their former glory and the tangle of wires put underground.

Maclean NSW

Bourke is a town in the north-west of New South Wales, Australia. The administrative centre and largest town in Bourke Shire, Bourke is approximately 800 kilometres north-west of the state capital, Sydney, on the south bank of the Darling River.

©Photos/Text Ts