Press release from the Rainbow Bunker,
As ever, I have been so busy in the 'real' world of the garden that I haven't had
much chance to change this web site, added to which, I am not much of a typist, in fact I
can't type. These words are being typed by someone else, no wonder I feel
like a dyslexic time traveller. Actually I find it hard to read and write,
a bit like walking on hot coals, don't worry I am getting better every
Before I talk about my next court case on my birthday on March 12th
2007 in Lismore and
before I talk about the all night and next morning fund raising concert at
Hanging Rock Hall and before I mention the fundraising gig
about reinstating the Terrania Creek Shire- date and venue unconfirmed, I need to talk about what will be
happening in 2007
besides my regular activism with the
Centre, in 2007 I will be doing my part to help save Lake Cowal
by supporting the Cyanide
Watch, same as I did at Timbarra! ...
Back to the court case......
I see my role at the
NimbinMardiGrass as that of an ambassador, as you may know I have been involved
in Cannabis Law Reform, the Nimbin HEMP Embassy and the MardiGrass since
they began. In the weeks leading up to the protest rally we recycled
furniture and located a huge number of things to bring to improve the
MardiGrass atmosphere, perhaps my favourite duty at MardiGrass is to
"welcome home" all the rainbow people. We provided an "open lounge chill
space" where you could get food, drinks, healing and information on what
was happening, not just at the festival, but the overall situation that we
face as activists. We had a very powerful sound system that had a
cordless microphone which enabled me to speak to the crowd in between the
chill out music.
What a wonderful
weekend, MardiGrass just seems to get better every year, this was my 14th
and this year was special because of the overwhelming police presence.
Before the MardiGrass the police were in town everyday in huge numbers,
sniffer dogs were rumoured to be arriving for the weekend and mardigrass
looked like it would be one huge bust.
To illustrate how worried people
were about sniffer dogs, I heard that emporium sold more cayene pepper in
2 hours than they had for 2 years. Gee, it was a good festival, so many
people, so many smiles. I have no idea how many thousand sisters and
brothers I welcomed home nor how many listened to everything that I had to
say on the loud speakers, shit, I don't even remember every single thing
that I said, however, I do know the theme I speak along and that is save
the planet, stop the war, change the law, the earth is to be a garden,
cyanide and arsenic in the river, stop nuclear energy, plant more trees,
you know me, you know I have lots to say on these issues. Total
transparency in all that I do.
There were 2 types of police at this
years Mardigrass, a handful of Lismore and Nimbin based local police and a
couple of truck loads of riot squad. The local police know about our
tribal possession of the streets of Nimbin, they know the culture and they
recognize the elders. The riot squad however were ignorant of Nimbin
Protocol. They seemed to approach us as if we were just another town having
some self indulgent festival. They didn't seem to understand that they
were at a cannabis law reform gathering. An example of this was during a
healing outside the chill space, I was right in the middle of a healing
when a robotic voice informed me that I would be arrested if I didn't
clear the footpath. I replied "there's plenty room, just walk around,
there's plenty of room". Clear the footpath or you will be arrested. end
of healing. I could list so many more of these incidents over the weekend,
but I can't write them in here until after I tell the magistrate.
That's right. I got arrested at the very
very end of packing up on Sunday night. I was tired but exhilarated,
sitting with my family on the last chill out couch to be loaded onto the
truck, I suppose it was 8.30, it was dark and Cullen street was quiet. My
youngest son spotted someone hiding behind a potted palm tree. I could see
that my son was scared so I said "Come out of the darkness where we can
see you, you are scaring my kids." Nothing happened and the stalker stood
still. I wearily got off the couch, I was gunna pick it up and put it on
the trailer soon anyway.
The stalker dint move when I got up, so to calm the childs fear, I walked over to the palm tree repeating "Come out of the
darkness where I can see you" when I got to the palm tree I saw that the
shadow was one of the riot squad.
He replied "we are watching someone".
I looked around and suddenly I realized that
there wasn't one of them, the were heaps of them, hiding behind my car and
trailer, on the other side of the road, I was totally surrounded.
"What are you up to?" I asked him, still not sure
if I was the one they were watching, there were a few other people around.
"You have been bagging us all weekend
with your swastika sign" said another of the policemen.
I replied "Not you personally brother, its who you work for."
He said "I
work for the crown".
Another female police voice said "we are just doing our job."
I replied, that's what they said up at Timbarra
when they were putting cyanide and arsenic in the river, the police were there defending them saying
"I'm just doing my job" . How much has all this policing cost and who put
you up to it?
"Ask him, he's the boss" said a 4th police voice pointing to 20 or more
police heading my way and particularly at a little red faced chap who
wasn't wearing bullet proof sunglasses. As he walked past, I introduced
myself to him. I asked him my question. How much has all this cost and who
put you up to it? He turned his nose up and walked away, totally snubbing
I turned around and continued my conversation with the first dozen of
so police who still had me surrounded.
"You are here because we stopped
the logging and the mining and most of us use cannabis, you use it as an
excuse." I continued to answer my question about why the riot squad were
in Nimbin for quite some time, it seemed like they were listening, I
wasn't threatening, I really felt I was explaining about who we are and
what we are about, I felt I was getting through. When I had finished they
all tried to talk to me at once.
You know whats' its like to have 5 or 7
people talk at you at the same time and then try and come up with an
answer that will satisfy all of them, if you don't, let me tell you its
I started to reply to the barrage of questions, I don't drink,
I don't do drugs, I do work for the Nimbin Environment Center, I am trying to
heal the world. Soon as I said the word heal. A woman's voice said "I
suppose you can levitate Jesus", a mans voice said "Yeah, let's see you
levitate Jesus". I replied "Yes". Another voice said "come on then show
So I turn around to the small crowd that were still around and said
"They want me to play".
I thought I would show them what I showed the
magistrate during my 22nd sniffer dog trial, a capowera demonstration
which is basically a cartwheel with no hands. Now, I had better warn you
about a few things about doing a cartwheel with no hands. First thing is
to make sure you do one cartwheel with your hands to gather the momentum
to levitate your way through the second, make sure you have completely
warmed up all your muscles and perhaps most importantly of all, don't be
wearing no long Jesus looking robes when to try to fly.
Instead of a magnificent spectacle of
mind over matter...., as I dove into the first cartwheel a police woman moved
into the "hodda" - which is what a capowera performance space is called -
I was at the highest arc when her hat hit my foot, or my foot hit
her hat? Either way in capowera even the slightest physical contact means
stop. I managed to stop although I landed all tangled up in the Jesus
I said "I'm sorry, that was an accident"
as I started to get to my robe tangled feet, I had both my arms stretched out to her,
"Are you okay? " She stepped forward into my fingertips and said "he's
grabbed me that's an assault", I said "You know in your hearts it was an
accident". Next thing I feel is the riot squad handshake, basically they
twist your wrist so that you can't move your arms. I heard one of them
say "it was an accident" as they dragged me off to the station, where I
was charged with assault. "Righto Jesus, sit down over there and shut up".
To hear what I said next, join me at Lismore Court on;
the 12th of
Free the Bundjalung
The BIG Dream is to return the custodianship of the land between the
Tweed and the Clarence rivers FROM the Australian Government TO the native aboriginals (Budjalung) and
a group of elected non-aboriginal people, the first step towards the big
dream is to start with a smaller area, a province - not unlike the ones
the Canadian, Greenland, Alaskan and Russian Governments enabled for the
Inuit. The rainbow region province will be 'enacted' in the remnants of
the rain forest in the western sector of the caldera of Wollumbin (Mount
Warning), approximately where the Tweed/Gold Coast, Lismore and Kyogle
councils meet, roughly, the old Terrania Shire Boundary. To this end I
will be campaigning throughout the Rainbow Region, talking up the BIG
Dream and talking about taking the next "provincial step" and asking for
of Interest" from every inhabitant of the rainbow region. (door to
door if necessary ;0)
There is a light at the end of the tunnel,
it's a garden and it's a seed of life in the universe and we are all
children upon it and it's time to move on, time to get back to the
Press release from the Rainbow Bunker. >
THE RASTA WHOSE BALLS WERE SNIFFED
By Bongo Paterson
A sniffer dog from Sydney town was unleashed on Byron Bay,
She wandered in the streets and parks, she searched about all day
She snuffled here, and snuffled there, but no drugs were found to sniff,
Until at last, in Railway Park, that dog she copped a whiff.
"Ere, get away, ya nasty mutt', a Rasta was heard to shriek,
That bloody dog just stuck her snout right where I take a leak'.
The copper with the pooch was brash, as young coppers mostly are
He wore a badge of shiny steel, and carried a truncheon bar,
A humourless galoot, he said: "Respect my authority..'
I don't give a damn, Rastafarian, if my dog sniffed where you pee.
You're carrying dope, you renegade, a joint rolled up with grass.
And so I'm gunna nick you; now get up off your ass'.
There were some slightly stoned young chaps, sitting in the park
Their eyes were dull, their roaches stubbed, their brains had lost somes
At them the copper gave a sneer, twisting up his cold, cruel mouth,
"You're just a bunch of useless stoners, said the walloper from down
I'll make a show of your ganga mate, for the carrying of his weed.
When next you see this druggo fiend, it'll be "guilty' that he'll
A groan was all the reply he got, as he carted poor Rasta off,
to charge him with a drug offence, for the carrying of his pot.
Yeah, that copper with the dog was chuffed, and paused awhile to gloat
"You're lucky she only sniffed your balls, and didn't rip your throat.
You dirty rotten bastards, smoking weed as if it's right,
It's time you all got sent to jail, 'twould give you all a fright'.
Rasta gave a wild up-country yell that might wake the straights to hear,
And though the copper had him tightly cuffed, that Rasta showed no fear
He struggled gamely at his bonds, and faced the callous cop
"Your dog's invaded my personal space, by Jah I'll make you stop
parading here with a druggo pooch, in your uniform of fear
Causing trouble for those with hooch; not those all filled with beer.'
He challenged the search in a court of law, and by the 23rd bout,
The magistrate, he could bear no more, and threw the charge right out.
After four long years of pot-laced farce, each hearing a protest
The beak had simply had enough; led from the bench still blathering,
about tribal drums, the constant beat, he was haunted by all who spliffed,
Crying "Justice! Bloody Justice," for a Rasta whose balls were sniffed
They gathered again in that Byron park, on the day the Rasta won,
He galloped his horse straight from the court; shouting "Justice has
Passing round the reefers, he cried: "The law's been proved a joke,
It was the druggy dog which broke the rule set up for those who toke.
Yeah, there were photos in the papers, and he made TV that night,
For all Aussies love a battler, with the guts and pride to fight.
And now around the parks and streets, in weed-filled Byron town,
all tokers reminisce about when the bastards were worn down.
"Them coppers with their druggo dogs are nowhere to be seen,
Since they sniffed the Rasta's family jewels, and put him before the
And whether it'll ever change the law, there's one thing to remark,
that hand-rolled spliffs were glowing that night, throughout the Byron
Rusty Harris, Musician, visionary, Permaculturist, Grandfather
and Earth Defender, instantly recognizable from the extraordinarily popular "The
Earth is to be a Garden" postcard, has released a C.D. of the same title,
which tells the story of the motivation and experiences behind the message.
The C.D. tells the story of the Golden Babies - spirit
entities that are to be born into human bodies, but are too afraid to enter this
world in its present tumultuous state - they call for our help to spread the message,
"the earth is to be a garden".
.....something shaped like a strangler fig, like the kind you find in a rain
forest, all made out of the fiber of the hemp plant, with great big arms and at
the end of the arms would be like ponds over flowing, dripping.......
leaves of the tree would shape the water as it fell, gently pointing each drop
in the right direction......
tree that they created was alive, with the help of all the gardeners and the
help of all the people of the earth it became a seed of life in the
.....buildings like mushrooms in dome like circles on the tree, pulsing
in an out with air filters, each with light redirecting crystals shining the
light to exactly where it's needed in the garden.......
water spinning around and a dome of water as an aura around it all......