i live in a land full of ancient medicine, maybe the oldest on earth. some of the stuff the indigenous people got up to we will never understand - the magnetics of the land, sky and sea and the unseen spaces of magic, dreaming and song.
its a land that was 'discovered' by the English in the 18th Century, and who rather than look at the ways they could be educated, decided their way was best and imposed themselves with arrogance and violence.
250 years later, nothing much has changed.
they have a lack of adaptation, a unpreparedness of the great silent spaces and untamed nature of this place. and it slowly gets a hold of them, and the more they struggle to bring 'the old country' here with them, the more the potent spells of this land work their way.
and in that stiff upper lip british manner they deny what may be happening, and proceed to attempt to force their code upon things, still wearing metaphysical red coats.
but it is not going to work, post-colonialism is in action through the forces of nature, and through the souls of the land.
its a land that was 'discovered' by the English in the 18th Century, and who rather than look at the ways they could be educated, decided their way was best and imposed themselves with arrogance and violence.
250 years later, nothing much has changed.
they have a lack of adaptation, a unpreparedness of the great silent spaces and untamed nature of this place. and it slowly gets a hold of them, and the more they struggle to bring 'the old country' here with them, the more the potent spells of this land work their way.
and in that stiff upper lip british manner they deny what may be happening, and proceed to attempt to force their code upon things, still wearing metaphysical red coats.
but it is not going to work, post-colonialism is in action through the forces of nature, and through the souls of the land.
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