The Edenhope Nature Preserve

There are some ‘out there’ who don’t yet know us [though they are definitely not amongst the community of spirits with whom we share this sylvan space]. Nor do they realize that they are to establish communication with us …..as we have always been expecting them. But the two vectors that bear most on when this celestial/terrestrial intro will occur are: completion of the small village we are building ….and the state of the world outside this sacred space.

As to the first, well that is now less than two months away. All the building as well as additional scope in the contract have moved into the finishing phase. The transition wasn’t so subtle ….such that the times we spent in the bush were always quite exciting ….so much has been accomplished.

Yes…. the beauty of all this has already revealed a new and refreshing aspect of creation. So our efforts have counted, adding another dimension to the sacred space. Even by removing what they call here: ‘rubbish’ trees around the building sites ….what was most threatening has become more agreeable and caressing. We had left these trees initially because we hadn’t yet even begun to appreciate the balance we would need. We were also loathe to intrude precipitously on the life we found there, even in view of the growing crisis in the rest of the planet.
Now, we note with some relief that the world won’t end just yet ….at least not until we’re ready for it. That is not, however, a cause for, nor is there time for, celebration …. since it also means that there is much more destruction in the pipeline that will manifest first. Our relief is short-sighted though – our eyes turn back to the urgency of it all!

Everyone knows the ‘status-quo’ won’t just roll over and say: ‘enough – we’ve taken all we could and we’re leaving now’….. But we must say once and for all ….it is just not salvageable; rotten to the core, it is too late to regenerate. So let it go….

It is an amazing that the net result of aggression and perversion has not brought about its ultimate demise sooner! It was obvious to anyone who cared that what has been realized ….was just not sustainable! But even as we marvel in astonishment at this result, it is simply to understand that terrestrial events must be synchronous with those above – since there really is no such thing as ‘time’. So we are both patient and grateful for the wee bit we still have; at least until this phase of Edenhope Project is over.

Even as we speak so confidently…. of our own reality, the met office just gave us an additional surprise. It is forecasting increasing winds and high seas, with three and four meter swells in squalls ….right through our plan to depart this w/e by at least three or four days. And we were hoping to load one of the last few ship-charters we will have to make early this coming week.

Easter is almost here, after which [when work resumes] windows, doors and the many finishing touches of the carpenters will be the topmost on our priorities. The solar array and hydro installation are probably the last ‘building’ projects [apart from walkways and stairs] we expect to do.

We have had John back again, this time to undertake the difficult task of sourcing and completing the ‘penstock’ that will drive the micro-hydro. With both the flow and volume of our adjoining river, one would have thought it a relatively easy job ….but the water had to be sourced nearly a kilometre upriver, then siphoned to a reservoir [under construction as we write] one hundred and fifty meters below it ….from which the three-inch poly-pipe would deliver the appropriate pressure to drive the turbine ….another eight hundred-odd metres down-stream.

He will also establish a spring approx. 150 metres up behind us as our primary source of water [the river being an alternate]. Thus if it does not flow adequately in the dry season, when the always-fulsome river is at its cleanest, the latter can also serve our purposes.

Speaking of water, the boat has done us well, even if our satisfaction is somewhat marred by the excessive quantity of gas it burns each round trip: at ¾ of a drum, with eight people, a full tank and ¾ of a ton of cargo on board, obviously more than it was designed to carry, it reminds me of those heavy take-offs I often made in the seventies out of Miami ….when the tops of the downtown buildings were higher than we were climbing out toward Biscayne Bay.

Well, the day is ending ….the noise of the power generator is silenced and gone from all but memory; the guys have gone back to the camp; Peace & Quiet once more reign in the forest around us. The gentle flow of the river fills in the empty spaces.

In less than an hour it will darken – by when the fire will already be cooking the evening meal. John will return well after dark once the tracked-truck is loaded again with gravel and some more materiel – always more. He’ll pick Ruth up where he left her on the corner before the road turns inland from the coast – she planted about twelve coconut trees there that in a couple of years will quench the thirst of many who walk the trail along the coast.

So as these last days, of March [early April] dim, we wish you too a pleasant night.