Moving but still with the times

There is a saying that goes “just because your father and grandfather were milkmen, doesnt mean we still need milkmen.”

The same applies to our financial and economic system which is broken due to separation of borders, different pay scales and fiat currencies based on nothing, not even gold.

For this reason Blue House Free Schools has moved with the times and has begun accepting cryptocurrencies for payment and for supporters to make contributions so that Blue House Free Schools can keep operating in the Private Realm travelling about and gifting free knowledge on wellness and lifestyles of self sufficency.

Gift Potcoins here

Of course if you still prefer to use old fashioned money, you can gift and contribute here on gofundme.

As for the Blue House Free School Bus and the Free Blue Library moving. Nimbin is like a big magnet. I tried to leave 4 weeks ago but the water pump in Atlantis has siezed up. Atlantis is in need of repairs so we cant go anywhere until she is fixed. The water pump has siezed up ($200), she needs 4 new tyres ($1220), a couple of uni-joints on a drive shaft ($400), electrical work, ($350).
If you can help out with a few dollars it would be appreciated so that I can get her back on the road and many more people, including you, can enjoy the dream and can visit to discover my secrets to wellness and happiness.

 

Raining but dry in Nimbin

Cecil Street Nimbin outside of Djanbung gardens. 

I arrived in Nimbin for the Mardi Grass with $2.70 after Atlantis had a blow out on the way here. Mardi Grass celebrated its 25th anniversary and after the party was over I decided to stay for the permaculture open day at Djanbung gardens. Then on Sunday night when I went to leave and started Atlantis there was a nasty sound. Alas! The water pump needs fixing. So here I am. 

I’ve been making the most if the opportunity to study natural complementary medicine, botanical healing and many more things that are available from the wealth of knowledge of the people of Nimbin. I’ve had amazing conversations with murderers, witches, healers, victims of state violence like junkie ex-undercover cops and people force medicated with children abducted by the state. 

Today it was the Blue Knob Fibre Festival where I saw some amazing basket weaving work and listened to artisans speak on their different textile crafts.  and tomorrow its the Repair cafe day and a bicycle maintenance workshop at Djanbung gardens.

The weekend evenings here in Nimbin always have something to do and Friday night hosts the drumming circle and dancing in the street. Plus during winter there is a fire in the park and people sitting about having a yarn. 

While it’s raining knowledge and experience it’s very dry here with regards to making any progress to get out of Nimbin. 

I’d love to be on my way to a new destination but I haven’t enough money to repair Atlantis . So here I am. 

Can you contribute some money so that I can fix Atlantis and get in my way? 

contribute to Blue House Free Schools here. 

After school is the clean up

The Quantum Release festival is over where we held space and inspired many. I would call our mission successful. However returning to Bundjalung, Atlantis has broken down again this time with a flat tire, and a leaking water pump as well as a fractured tensioner. I don’t have a problem with this because I feel that everywhere I go I am in the right place that I’m supposed to be so here I am in Indy Court Nerang.

I was returning from the quantum release festival where I’ve been holding workshops on Wellness and sustainability when Atlantis started to vibrate so I stopped to check the tires but it appeared as if nothing was wrong. Within a minute of continuing the tire blew out however luckily I was only 400 metres from a service station so we had a nice place to stop and change Atlantis is tire under lights. 

The Blue House free school held many successful workshops including Quantum Pause meditation,Tibetan yoga, natural hygiene, waste minimisation, amongst many others during the festival. 

The next step is to get all of these things fixed on Atlantis so that we can go on our journey to our next magical place of learning and sharing our knowledge of healing and wellness. 

I hope you can help out with a contribution at www.gofundme.com/j6hahs Contribute here 

Maiden Voyage of Atlantis

“Atlanitis” is the most beautiful double decker bus I have ever seen. She is my prototype moblie school of health, sustainability and digital literacy. I plan to create many mobile free schools and one day a “communiversity.”

Back to Atlantis, I picked her up on the 30th of January 2016 and then spent eight weeks with a group of artists decorating her in Rundle Street Kent Town.

A BIG THANKS to Jack Franceschini, Elizabeth Close, Tayla Carlaw, Mat Dopheide, #10TKL and Seb Humphreys. All these artists are available for commision works, murals and shows. You can find them on Facebook or Instagram. Also a massive thank you to Claire Margaret Graham who organised all the artist as part of the #littlerundlestreeartproject in Kent Town Adelaide. Claire is available to organise your art project with the #littleartproject

I also had a go at painting the outside of Atlantis but I have spent most of my time working on the inside. Inside Atlantis is the “Free Blue Library” and “James’ Blue House Free School”. The majority of the fit out used post consumer items that were excess to their original owners needs. We live in such a wasteful society that promotes consumption that it is relatively simple to find “stuff” that people no longer have any use for.

This consumer society also seems to produce its fair share of hoarders suffering obsesive compulsive disorder (ODC). Having been close to a number of people with OCD it is rewarding that I can help them dispose of their accumulated stuff and they can know that their contribution is going to a good cause. I think people in particular hoard/collect books because of the emotional content that many books contain. My job is to collect these unused books sitting in boxes in the garage and to be the conduit to get them back into circulation and use. Over the past 8 weeks I had collected 31 milk crates of books and in only one day at the Blenheim Music and Camping Festival, I managed to dispose of 6 crates of books by giving them away. I also ask people for contributions of more books and gold coins so that I can continue travelling, teaching and giving out free books.

My maiden voyage was from Kent Town to the Blenheim Festival in the Clare Valley. I left Kent Town about 4pm for the 122km drive. There was a long line of traffic behind me as I left Adelaide and I sure got some interesting looks. First stop was the service station to put air in the tyres. I had pumped up the tyres a lot before I left but the first little “heavy duty” compressor that I got from repco melted, gave up and died in the process so I had to get a bit of help from a bigger compressor.

The stop at the servo took a while. The tyres of Atlantis have to be at 100psi and most cars are only 32psi. Fourty Five minutes later the tyres were inflated and we were on the road again. As I got on the country roads I had to be hyper aware of the height of Atlantis, 4.2m, and the low overhanging branches. Sometimes I need to cross a little onto the opposite side of the road to avoid low hanging branches. This is one restriction and I envisage that the future mobile schools will be in normal buses or big 4WD trucks.

As the sun set I found a stop in a road gravel dump by the side of the road in Tarlee, only about 30km short of my destination. I slept well in the country, the first time for a long while. When I awoke there were birds singing so I had a quick tea and some fruit for breakfast then got on the road but not before a school bus stopped by to take photos

I arrived about 9:30 at the site of the Blenheim Festival and set about helping set up the festival and then the next morning I put all the books outside in preparation for the festival. Over the day I held a number of workshops on Quantum Pause Breathing Meditation, an introduction to the 5 Tibetan Rites of rejuventaion, sustainability, local and community exchange systems and also “Bed Time Story Telling” for the grown ups that wanted to chill before heading back to their tents to sleep off their cocktail of intoxicants.

It makes me happy to see the looks of wonderment and awe by all who visit and know that I have insprired them somehow. I look at Atlantis myself and am filled with gratitude for what we have collectively co-created. Someone who visited said you must be proud of your achievement but to have pride wouuld leave me open to scorn. This is a collective effort of many people who have sacrificed much time and effort. My parents and my children who haven’t seen me for nearly 4 months, the artist, the monetary contributors,  and all who share my journey on social media. If there is anything that I feel, it is great humility for the honour of being an inspiration to so many people.

The next stage of my journey is the trip back to see my family in Brisbane. I am looking for travelling companions/guest interns/facilitators to join us on the road. There is an application process and all. Here is the link to the Gumtree Ad. 

Now, I am waiting on oil and oil and air filters so that “Atlantis” is fit for the journey. In the meantime I am contacting local councils so that I can use their parks to offer my free services: The Free Blue Library, and James’ Blue House Free Schools classes of health, sustainability and digital literacy.

I have achieved many of my goals so far but there is still a long way to go. Next I want to put a solar energy system on Atlantis and increase my IT capacity and digital learning tools so that I can offer top quality classes of digital literacy.

You can help too by contributing to my Gofundme campaign here.

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Next Stop??????????

Stop? Really?

The last thirteen days have been full on. I took delivery of the Atlantean on the 30th of January and drove her all the way from Lonsdale to Little Rundle Street in Kent Town where I set to work cleaning and taking stock of the enormous task ahead.

One thing I have learnt over the last year is that there is no end date with a project like this. I inevitably get asked. “So (pause….) when are you going?” I figure the pause is for the sudden realisation by the questioner that they are asking, “how long is a piece of string?”

My answer is the same, “when it’s ready”

The past thirteen days have been amazing. I was contacted on facebook by Claire of the Tin Cat Cafe after posting on the Adelaide Street Artists group looking for people to paint the bus. Claire is coordinating the Little Rundle Street Art Project where a group of over 100 artists have transformed a grey industrial laneway into a place of beauty.

First I was introduced to the incredible Jack Franceschini of “Jack Fran Art” who began painting her straight away while I set to work cleaning her.

She? She has a name.The centrepiece of Jack’s work is a woman in thought. As Jack and I stood back admiring the beginings of the woman taking place I asked, “what is she thinking about?” My answer, “what is my name?”

Suddenly…………..(Eureka moment)

“Atlantis” the 1971 Leyland Atlantean double decker bus.

Since that moment, Atlantis aand I have met many neighbours, business people, local workers and of course artists. The painting of Atlantis has so far been done by Tayla Carlaw, (curator) Jack Franceschini, Elizabeth Close, Seb Humphries and Piano.

What else has been happening?

Upstairs inside: I pulled out the divinding wall, moved out a giant recliner down a small spiral staircase, carpeted, painted some chalkboards, painted the end walls and ducting put in some seating and now I have the beginnings of a mobile classrom.

Downstairs inside: Clean, clean, clean, painted up the front, cleaned and loosened windows, put on the windscreen wipers, made a mobile library and shelving in the back, cleaned and oiled the wooden table, cleaned the bathroom, painted some chalk boards, carpeted the back, decorated shelving.

I still need some tools because I would like to replace the fan belts. There would be nothing worse than cooking the motor. That said, I have filled the radiator, checked the oil and started Atlantis up this morning. She starts easily and runs well which is good since I am not a mechaninc. However there are a few lights that arent working, belts that need replacing and windscreen wiper rubbers that also need replacing.

Tomorrow is the opening night of the Adelaide Fringe Festival and the opening of the Little Rundle Street Art Project #littlerundlestreetartproject with a street party. Atlantis is going to shine. However, this is not the end of the story. There is a long way to go and a lot of work to do.

This all takes time and money. Time I have an abundance of, money is a different matter. While I am productivly building a mobile free school, working hard and intend to be productive teaching in a mobile free school, I am not productive in raising the funds needed to get this bus on the road. Nearly all of the things I have recieved and put into the project thus far have been donated by people with an excess of things. However this isn’t paying the bills because there are certain things that you need money for, registration, insurance, digital technology and of course fuel and oil.

I am at 40% of my target for crowdfunding on GoFundMe and would appreciate it if you could help out. There is an exclusive once off rewards program happening now for the first ten people that donate $350 get to come and stay on Atlantis for a week and participate as a nomad facilitator in residence once she is on the road.

You can contribute at the gofundme link below. Donate to James’ Blue House Free Schools

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Adelaide, Arthur and the Atlantean

After one year of waiting, saving, paying, working and more waiting I finally made it to Adelaide and then Lonsdale where the 1971 Leyland Atlantean double decker was waiting for me.

I left Brisbane on the 21st of December 2015 with Winston, the American couch surfer I’d hosted and “Uncle” Eric Robert Craigie. I expected to be in Adelaide in 2 days and eventually arrived on the 2nd of January 2016…….12 days later. So many interesting and synchronistic events happened along the way that I could write half a dozen blog posts about it. (later)

Highlights of the trip include:

  • being homeless in Byron Bay
  • meeting Bundjalung man Lewis Walker and family in Nimbin
  • staying with Spook Eye in Lismore and having Christmas Lunch with the homeless
  • Moree, Moree, Moree and hospitable people of Moree
  • getting my new car battery stolen in Moree
  • Moree artesian spas
  • 3 days at the #PilligaPush camp with some amazing people culminating in a New Years Eve bush doof
  • a spontaneous video posted on Facebook that went viral. Watch it here.

A week later I eventually got to see The Atlantean. I was so happy that at last the work could begin in earnest.

I started to list all the things I needed for the bus, one of those being painting. I posted a call out on the Adelaide Street Artists Facebook page and next thing I get this message offering to paint the Atlantean in a live demonstration for the #littlerundlestreetartproject as part of the opening celebrations for the Adelaide fringe festival. This will happen on the 12th of February so now I am waiting get a permit to move it and finally have my first drive.

Since I arrived in Adelaide, I have met all kinds of interesting people including the guy responsible for the “Big Brother” RF chip in your visa card, writers, artists and teachers. I dropped in to SA Creative Writers Inc. looking to network and to find out about writing workshops to improve my writing and on the way out I was told about a woman doing something similar to me. So I got in contact with Fee Plumley of the Really Big Road Trip. We hit it off straight way on Facebook messenger, discovering our grandfathers shared the same name, “Arthur.” We had to meet.

I met Fee for a coffee and then we went for a free pizza which I had owing to me from the Bar that accidentally turned of the ATM as it was dispensing my money a day earlier. Fee and I have a lot more than our grandfathers’ names in common. Buses, passion for digital literacy, sovereignty, indigenous rights and activism. Fee invited me to a banner painting at her friends’ house where I was introduced to some of the Adelaide anarchist punk mob. Lo and behold they just happen to know activist mob from Brisbane.

What else?

  • I’m starting my first free Quantum Pause Breathing and Tibetan Rites of Rejuvenation class today. 5:30pm by the Torrens. BYO Yoga mat.
  • I have started ollecting secondhand books for the Free Blue Library and also to gift away in return for support. Thanks to “Deb” for her generous donation.
  • I have sourced a spare wheel and tyre for the bus. I hope I never get a flat tyre by myself becauser it took a forklift to load it into place.
  • Also sourced two seconds solar panels with cosmetic damage at $50 each. (Thanks Fee and friend).

One last thing as part of my crowdfunding “Rewards Program” I want to offer the chance to come on the bus and participate in classes as both a guest teacher and student. My question to you, my readers is: How much would you be willing to pay per night, B and B, to stay in the bus, attend classes and also give a daily class on your speciality of interest in health, sustainability, or digital literacy? Please leave your comments below.

In the meantime if you can spare a few dollars to help me fund this school and it’s running costs. Here is the link.

Peace and Love until next time.

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Life grows and fades in time

A life could be static and unchanging but for a conscious human being this can become monotonous after some time repeating the same thing over and over. I prefer to think of life and time as cyclical. There are small cycles and big cycles. 

I write this article on the 21st of December 2O15, the summer solstice, the longest period of daylight for the year here in the Southern Hemisphere.  8pm and it’s still light. 

Just like the year, my life has ended one cycle and began another. A year ago, I decided to change the direction of my life after the roof blew off the house I was living in. My sons who were home at the time Escaped unharmed. A few days later I decided to go for my dream and purchase a double decker bus to make into an mobile free school teaching lifestyles of health and sustainability and digital literacy. $18,000 and one year later it is paid for and I’m on my way from Brisbane to Adelaide to pick it up. 

I’ve given away and sold most of my possessions apart from the basics in order to fund my venture. I’ve even left my sons behind but they understand what I’m doing and that we’ll only be separated for a short time. My parents have been amazingly supportive because they are ex-teachers too and understand what and why I’m doing what I’m doing. (I hope). 

So today one part of my life has ended and the next big adventure is truely underway. I feel blessed for the opportunity that I’ve worked hard for and created. My goal for the school in a bus is to travel to different communities, in particular aboriginal communities offering free educational programs. For this reason I am also fortunate to be accompanied on my journey by Garru Robert Craigie of the Gamilaraay Nation who is taking me to Adelaide via Moree and his Country. Now we’re spending the night in Byron Bay because he wanted to show me the right way to go back to his country. First we had to go cleanse off the city in the ocean. 

So as the dirt from the city washes away, the last 11 years of my life in South Brisbane, Kurilpa, Meanjin are now a memory and it’s time to create the next uncle of my life. 

Peace.