Back to Nature

 

thor heyerdhal

Back to nature

Thor Heyerdhal is one of my favourite writer explorers. Fatu Hiva is his first adventure, when at age of 22 he decided to live his childhood dream, leave modern life and go back to nature. The line “Back to Nature” has become so embedded in our awareness, prevalent especially in our line of business. I like the fact that he was the one to coin it though, his journey taking place before Second World War.

I’m a great believer in holographic maps, so the first thing has the seed of the whole. I believe that there is an awareness that communicates with us, and I see Thor Heyerdhal as a pioneer on that level, someone that lifted the flag of going back to nature, as the remedy to the white man’s disease. That was his message, although along the line he discovered the great voyages and ancient man, the voyages of Kon Tiki, the Sun God, in ancient rafts across the sea. I love those too, but that’s another story.

The book takes him to Fatu Hiva, an island in the Marquesas Group in the South Pacific, where he and his young wife isolated as the only place they can truly go back to nature. On arrival they find that the interaction with society is killing the population and even there, halfway across the globe, civilisation has killed the natural way…….. But on the other side of the island they meet a link to a world gone, in the figure of the last cannibal on the island. They live with him, like a living manifestation of Thor’s Ideas, being healthy and living the old way, whilst the native population the other side of the island is dying off, from living like the white man and eating his food.

The visit to Fatu Hiva ignites Thor’s obsession with the idea that the Polynesian islands where populated from Peru and not from Asia like previously believed.

This great book comes across to me as a message, a personal one,  a guiding blueprint.

Yeah its all so clear, back to nature is the way onward, everybody has been saying it, we are saying it, but there is a force in being in contact with the original messenger, and his message.

How did it turn from going back to nature to totally change ourselves and reclaim our ancient self, to going back to nature for “glamping” (no offence to our campsite customers!) with a bottle of wine, and an iPhone?

abrruzzan wild hill land

Back to Nature

Having just got a place in the Wilds of Abruzzo, Italy had me thinking about all this, the sheer contrast of the times when I’m on that land, where we don’t even have electricity, to the the time I’m at the Gatehouse, a mile away, with wifi and power. It’s like civilisation stops a mile before the land.

Also in my work, there is such a contrast sometimes: I make tents for my customers using power tools and machinery, but make them for us using hand tools only. I make door posts out of tree trunks, knowing the scorpion that crawled by the tree. I know it will be the Scorpio yurt, because the tree spoke to me.

using adze for making yurt doors

Using Hand tools for making the door posts

The message is clear: we have found a place where the italian country side has been reclaimed by nature, it is only half a century ago that the fields were cultivated, and the olive trees amazingly have survived it all, the wells are still full of clear water, but the land has gone back to nature.

It’s an ancient place, but it has been abandoned and has gone back. I’m working to re-open it up, but the truth is that I don’t want to take it back away from a nature, I want to let it take us back to it.

Once upon a time when I was young, in another life it seems, I was a part of a family of quarry men. I used to live in a hidden lake in the north of Israel, a quarry that filled itself up with water. I remember seeing how it was that the grandfather was the one who dug the hole, the father the one that made the profit, but the son, the son he has gone back to nature. The quarry filled up with water, and I lived next to it. It was a secret, they called it the hidden lake, so I feel close in being to Thor Heyerdhal, renouncing modern life for that connection with the elements again.

digger in italy

My quarry

This comes back to me now. I have my own digger and I feel like one of those quarry men of Israel. It’s strange the line that runs inside of us, like a split inside our being, those ancestors that mined the land, and me, that lived on it. I use my power tools, so I can live without them, that to me is so funny.

So yes I have a digger, but I make the road with it. I feel strange sometimes as I push oak trees out of the way. Those power tools are too strong, but I guess this way, the oaks can grow by the road instead of being cut, and all those power tools are making that road back to nature: we call it Heartland, the place that nature re-took, the place where our wild nature will reclaim us at.

Evento Soffia and the Gate Of Magic

The "sacred mountain" view

In view of the “sacred mountain”

We have finally come to find that piece of land: a magical hill between two rivers, in front of one of Italy’s most amazing mountains..

The vision is to start running events from the onset, working with people in group process and bringing them into the reality of the group mind.

We aim to create a centre for transformational events allowing people to connect with that tribal heart, that notion of belonging to the mythical being, our magical self.

The first event will be held from 16th-22nd of March for the Equinox and the New Moon. As the Zodiac Tent is still being built, that event will be held as a ground level event, in collaboration with Wild Canvas.

The Gate Of Magic

The Gate Of Magic

The idea is to take a small group of people into that clean psychic space in the wilds, and using that quietness, help them into the reality of the inner self.

The first step is to use ancient secret techniques to quieten the internal noise, and help the practitioners to observe their quieter feelings. We will use special nature walks to help each person learn that their feelings are extensions, through which nature communicates with us when we manage to become totally immersed in it, so yes we can learn to “talk” to the trees and plants. We aim to help each person find a way to clean his own “root” system: that network each has to the people around, of feelings and thought forms we carry as luggage, just like trees in the forest. We are connected to many others through those roots.

But this is only the starting point, we aim to work people into the reality of the group mind. Like a tribal trance, letting people not only come together but experience a miracle, a secret only tribal people know, that we can connect on such a level we become a greater body, a bigger self, one able to perform feats of awareness we can hardly dream of.

We hope to bring the event into closure with a sweat lodge to cleanse ourselves and our spirit.

We will be living on the land, in amazing open fire tents, and we are going to leave the normal behind to enter into the realm of the magical self, sitting by big open fires, living with the wild boars, the wolves and the foxes. Deer roam freely on our land. We will wash in a mountain river.

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Transformational cooking

Food will be cooked on the fire, but not only we aim to find a way to connect to eating naturally, we want to help people to learn how to cook consciously, how to make food which is aware. Yes we can make live food, by that same process of tuning to our inner selves and listening, not “pushing” our feelings out into the food we make, but using them for the alchemy of nourishment.

To book please go to the event page on Wild Canvas website. This will be the first in a series of events, called Evento Soffia (Italian for ‘The Wind Blows’).

We hope to see your through the gate of magic.

How Nomads Garden

In the previous post we spoke about the dichotomy between nomads and gardeners.

Today we decided its time to plough our field the nomadic way.

We found an old plough in the shed and, lacking horses, decided we will use the winch on the back of the truck to pull it along.

814 4x4 winch

Winching cable away from friendly oak

Winch work

Starting over again

Which ploughing

Plough fun

We would winch it one way and them drive it back with the Toyota to start over again.
That’s how nomads garden!

A Nomad’s Garden

A few years ago I attended a workshop with a group of creative people, at the height of which we were discussing the use of the zodiac tent. One of the guys attending was telling us his vision, the girl next to me started holding her womb in her hands, I guess it was so male orientated, she made me laugh with her comments……

At one point the guy said something that registered quite strong for me (although I have no womb if I did I would be grabbing it too at that point). He said “you are either a gardener or a nomad”. I could not believe it, I wanted to hurl my neighbour’s womb at him.

The use of the word ‘nomads’ get quite a lot of abuse. These days the pastoral way of living, which is suited to some places, is fading out of view, the tribal heart is gone. In its place there is a displacement  and we, the white people of the West, constantly feel we aren’t in the right place. Some tribal societies call it ‘the sickness of the white race’….Out of which another type of nomad has grown.

Growing nomads

Growing nomads.

That nomad is the one that longs to find a tribal heart, a connectivity with the greater whole we seem to miss, that sense of belonging to a group of people, to an earth, to a greater purpose.

For the last 18 years I never seemed to be live longer than a year in one place, and at long stretches, I seem to be living in trucks, seemingly looking for a home. At a certain point I realised that, not only I’m looking for a home, I’m looking to create a heart of sorts, a centre for that group mind. A place where we can grow nomads beyond that separation that makes us wanderlust, wandering lost.

 

Overland trucks

Nomadic Trans-formation

It’s another type of gardening I guess, although I still feel Julliete de Bairacli Levy was right when she said that if you move a lot, make sure to plant your lettuces on arrival. Chances are you will be around long enough to pick them, and I do confess that was always true for me, although in my garden I will grow nomads along with the lettuce. Nomads can be gardeners, and this one will grow nomads.

What I’ve been looking for all those years is not just a clear psychic landscape, but a means to bring those people into that experience, that together. We have been lucky enough to find it inside and outside as our daily reality – we live in a group formation, it takes a lot to uphold for sure, but it is gratifying.

Its always been hard to describe this inner outer reality of together, the telepathy, the move out of that individuality that so oppresses our collective unconscious, the world of me, me and me. Instead we live in a small group, where the boundaries of separation aren’t so clear, there is no me, it’s not clear what thoughts are mine and where the others start and I stop. My place in the group has always been the heart, so when it comes to feelings, it seems I live in a network of others. At times I’m not sure there is even a me left in there, maybe it all is their feelings.

It feels strong to have finally found a place on earth, to plant these nomadic seeds into living deeds, working on the first of a series of transformational events that are designed to take the individual beyond the self into the magic of the group body, in the wildest of wilds around the fire, doing the deepest magic, coming back to the tribal heart, through the sorcery of the other self.

We are creating the campsite that takes you away from you, and brings you into another world, where the collective trance of reconnecting as a whole gives birth to an unknown experience, the cure for that sickness of the white race – is the group body, and it belongs to our real selves. Hoping to see some of  you as the garden-nomads too, to work with you into the tribal godhead. To share altered states of awareness as our daily bread.

Some things are maybe beyond our comprehension possibly, but they still do happen. It’s like that story of the Russian prince who one day got a visit from a nomadic sorceress, who said to him “surrender all your lands to me now or face the consequences”. He laughed of course. The next day the Mongolian horde overtook him, killing all his people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Lesser Known Tools of Yurt Makers (or any woodworker for that matter).

Yurt Makers and their tools…

Everyone knows of the saw and the drill, but, unless you are a wood-worker, you may not have you heard of a Billhook, an Adze or a Draw Knife?

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The Billhook is used by yurt makers to chop the small side branches off coppiced trees, and is also often used to chop back shrubby undergrowth.

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I prefer a billhook to an axe for chopping small logs and kindling, maybe because the longer blade gives you more chance of striking the wood.

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When making a coppiced yurt, yurt makers need to peel all those poles and a Draw Knife is the best tool for the job: much easier than a simple knife. It’s a flat blade which is held between two handles and pulled towards you, also great for peeling tipi poles.

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Our favourite draw knife is a really small, light one which we found many years ago in a tool stall in a market in Mostar, Bosnia.

For my first yurt frame, we cut a big ash tree then shaped the wood for the door and the wheel with an adze.
An adze is an ancient tool, similar to an axe but with the blade perpendicular to the shaft, like a garden hoe. A foot adze is usually held with both hands and swung between the legs, as you stand astride the wood.

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