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Nimbin colour on display.

Nimbin colour on display.

Highs and lows of Nimbin.

Welcom to Nimbin.

Welcome to Nimbin.

The area around Nimbin is beautiful and one can see why people would want live there. The climate is mild, the land is lush and fertile. Back in the 70s a mixture of people took up residence in the area. There were environmentally conscious people; people interested in permaculture, sustainability and hippie types. They started their communes; they protested and succeeded in stopping rain forest logging in the state of N.S.W.

Unreal happy high.

Unreal happy high.

The indigenous people of Australia had a life style that had no detrimental effect on the environment for tens of thousands of years. Then the white man came and discovered Australia or should I say invaded it as Australia was already inhabited by perhaps the oldest race on earth. The invaders cleared and plundered the land, their cattle polluted the streams and the aboriginal way of life was stamped out. The materialistic commercial system favored a few and created hardship for others.

The post is history.

The post is history.

Some forward thinking people and lots of dreamers thought there had to be a better way. These people formed communes and struggled to establish a life in line with their Hippie ideals. The Hippies were those Vietnam protesters, women’s rights movement, peace and unbinding love advocates. Love based on one’s honor instead of a binding legal document.

This wagon parking ticket has expired.

This wagon parking ticket has expired.

In America the pot smoking, long-haired Hippies made the headlines. Morally depraved, sabotaging Christian values. They were easy pickings for the negative news stirs. They were a threat to the American way of life. Folk singing Hippies were ‘Blown in the wind’ by a record company deal and the beads and colourful dress became commercialized into a fashion statement. Bob Dillon went electric and commerce thrived.

Buddha is in fashion.

Buddha is in fashion.

1973 the Aquarius Festival was held in Nimbin. Nimbin was put on the map as the first place in Australia to allow communal land title and became know as ‘The Alternative Lifestyle Capital. The media dubbed it “The Drug Capital of Australia”. As usual the negative is stressed because it is sensational and sells papers and advertising.

Bob Marley peace, pot and dreadlocks.

Bob Marley peace, pot and dreadlocks.

Cannabis can never be made legal it would put the breweries out of business. There would be dropouts in education, absenteeism would rise in the work force. The incentive drive would be replaced by an optimistic laid-back, could not care less attitude. Home gardens of non taxable herbal roll your own would flourish. The whole grasping commercial system would go to pot.

Hand-made novel head-wear.

Hand-made novel head-wear.

Nimbin and the surrounding area is a sight well worth a visit, if your intentions are to enjoy the arts and crafts and the natural beauty. I have visited Nimbin over a number of years and found it to be a quiet little village. The local people are an assortment of friendly kind individuals.

An origonal local intune with life.

An origonal local in tune with life.

If you go to Nimbin, or anywhere for that matter, with selfish intentions of gratifying your wanting ego, you will be disappointed. Nimbin is a quiet peaceful village under normal conditions. You can still wear your recycled cloths and a flower in your hair the locals will not mind or you can buy some new colourful hand-made cloths in Nimbin. If you want imitation faded, frayed and worn jeans you may have to go to an up market store in the city.

Cottage charm.

Cottage charm.

I enjoyed this visit and did not leave without a sample of the local generosity. I was given four posters, one poster I gave to Pauline, I gave the others to people who like colourful fun posters and may care to go to the event.

Note no alcohol needed.

Note no alcohol needed.

 

 

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A fabulous trip into a lost paradise.

It started off as an ordinary fossicking trip till I got on tracks not shown on my map. I was not lost, I could see Mt Warning in the general direction of east. I had just strayed off the path in

Hippi Van.

unfamiliar territory. With not a house in sight, alone with nature, till I came to some folks dressed in rainbow coloured, recycled clothes, sitting, yoga fashion, beside the track. When I inquired about my location they were not much help, they seemed to be lost themselves. I told them I was looking for gem stones and showed them some I carry for trading. They were fascinated. I have never seen people so mesmerized by a few sparkly crystals.

They offered me a cigarette they were sharing. I declined the offer and warned them that nicotine was bad for their health. They assured me that their smoke had no nicotine; it was a medicinal blend of local herbs and grasses. They looked healthy and happy so I joined in their smoko.

The day took on a new dimension. I shared my thermos and picnic lunch. What a way to be lost, captivating, convivial, company in this radiant, enchanted, peaceful, picturesque place. To me being lost felt wonderful. I gave them my gemstones they were so pleased they presented me with a plastic bag of their herbal medicine.

I reluctantly said farewell, the smoke tended to make my eyes water but I was happy in the knowledge I was not the only one lost in paradise. It turned out to be a perfect place to fossick, every stone I saw was a gem. There were too many to carry and I was enjoying the day so why bother to burden myself with heavy stones? The day was too good and I was feeling lazy. No one will ever know how beautiful those stones were as I never bothered to note the location. Home I went empty handed achieving nothing from my trip.

Except I did confirm a couple of old adages, you can’t take it with you, and you only get out of something what you put into it.

Flower People, where have they gone.

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Drawn in the sixties, high on loco weed.

I was high on the smoke from the buds of the cannabis plant, when I sketched this.

That was the in thing in the sixties, light up, tune in and drop out.

It was a wonderful time, except for Vietnam, bad trips, people freaking out and some over dosing on the heavy drugs.

We tend to remember the wonderful part, like extravagant, over the top designed cars, we saw no end to earths gifts. 

The music “The Games People play”, “San Francisco” be sure to wear a flower in your hair, we were lucky living in a land of plenty.

The peace movement , “Blowing in the Wind”. We were becoming aware of conservation and the rights of women.

I started to grow up, the bubble had burst, I learned all is subject to change.

Till the mid sixties I did not realise that nature was a delicate balance and not mine to exploit.

Over the top.

 All the jumping up and down about the Vietnam war was futile, like Iraq and the weapons of mass destruction,

They were words of mass seduction. Who makes money on war? The ones who produce the weapons and then rebuild the ruins.

To support either party is wrong as both sides are but a reflection of one reality. The true enemies are not people but ideology,

greed, hatred and ignorance. 

I done a lot of miles in one of these.

 

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